I call out, “no throwing toys on the tramp!”
Moments pass, and then I hear it.
The blood curdling scream.
What happened?! What’s wrong?!
“My head!” Baby Boy cries. “Mama, my head!”
How can there be this much blood already?
“Mama’s here sweetie! Let’s get you cleaned up!”
Round up all three, and inside we go.
Please God, don’t let it be too bad!
“Mama, I’m sorry. I told him to move!”
“Bubba, it’s okay. Accidents happen.”
Bubba calls out again, “I told him to move!”
“Mama, my head!” Cries Baby Boy.
What do I do?! What do I do?!
Apply pressure. Try to clean up the wound.
God, please let us not need stitches!
Crap, this definitely needs stitches.
“Hon, I need you right now!” I call out.
Do not panic. Stay calm. Keep him calm.
“We have to take him in!”
“Go, I’ll watch the others!”
Change out of bloody clothes. Run to the car.
“I’m so sorry baby. I know it hurts.”
Keep it together. He needs you to keep your cool.
“What brings you in?”
I pant, “I think he needs stitches.”
“Right this way.”
Follow the nurse. Cuddle him close.
“Baby, I need you to be brave. Can you be brave?”
“Yes, mama. I can be brave.”
Be brave, mama. He needs you to stay brave too.
“He’s going to need several stitches.”
“Okay baby, look right at me.”
Hold his hands. Distract him with silly stories.
“You’re doing so so great! You are so brave.”
It’s almost over. It’s almost over.
“He is doing so well.” The nurse says, “he was so still!”
“I’m so proud of you!” I say.
“Mama, can we go home now?”
“Of course!” I exclaim.
Inhale. Drive home. Exhale.
“Let’s get you to bed. Does your head hurt still?
“No, mama.” He yawns.
“I love you, baby.”
Tuck him in. Close the door.
He’s okay. Thank God, he’s okay.
Get in bed. Cry myself to sleep.
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