I was working out, and Evan is usually really good about staying away from me while I workout, playing with whatever or watching TV. But on that day, as I was doing my first set of bootcamp exercises, he came running up to me so fast, I really couldn't stop. I was doing jumping jacks with 8 lb weights, and the dumbbell came up and he ran right into it. It hit his cheekbone, right underneath his eye. The poor little guy was crying and I had to give him lots of kisses and hugs. I thought it was just bruised, but then I saw that there was blood seeping out of it. So, I got a bandaid, and that seemed to help with the bleeding. I didn't think much of it, because after only a few minutes, Evan was fine and I didn't have a car. So, I kept checking on him, and being extra cautious, continued my workout. I figured that Rick only had about 45 minutes until he came home, so he could take Evan in to the emergency room.
So, when Rick came home, I made him check out Evan's cut and eye, and Rick agreed with me that we should take him to the emergency room. Rick said that Evan was pretty good, but the worst part for him was when they irrigated the cut. Apparently, he did not like that at all (who would?) I'm glad that they went because Evan got some medical super glue (stuff?) on the cut, because otherwise I think he would have just messed with the band-aid.
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| This is the best picture that we could get. It looked slightly worse than this. And, of course, I felt like the worst mom in the world after! |
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