The First Stitch

Brian, Adam and my Mom headed to Port to spend the day. I stayed behind because I had a dinner engagement that had been on the books for a few weeks.

I was sitting at my desk working when my cell phone rang. It was my Mom. That was weird I thought and the conversation started with “Don’t panic or get upset.”

Well you know the rest of the conversation is going to go well.

Turns out Adam took a nasty fall as he was leaving Port. He cut himself and it was pretty deep so to be on the cautious side my Mom and Brian decided to take Adam to the hospital. They waited to call me from the hospital and said not to bother coming out. They went to the hospital in the town between home and port.

I was sent this photo and decided not to drive out.


My child appears very injured right? I was told he was being great and in good spirits.

When I received this picture I messaged back and said good call going to the hospital.


OUCH! I sat at home. I wasn’t panicking but I couldn’t focus on my homework. I just sat on the couch and waited for them to come home. It was several hours and my heart was aching because my baby was hurting and I wasn’t there. I just wanted him home. But he was in good hands and it wasn’t life and death.

My Mom took pictures for me of course thinking I’d want to blog about it.


You can hardly see it in that photo.


And asleep with the freezing on. I guess the doctor took the cotton ball off and Adam didn’t wake up. Unfortunately he didn’t sleep through getting some stitches. My Mom said he screamed unlike she has ever heard him scream before.

When he got home and fell asleep he looked like this.


Poor guy! He had a rough night and he’s having a very rough morning. He’ll be playing and laughing then start crying saying “I don’t like my stitches! They hurt! My face scares me.”

The stitches have to stay in for a week. I think this is going to be a long week.

I’ve spoken to several people who were there and they said he didn’t scream when he hurt himself. A few people didn’t even know anything happened.

He’s a trooper and he has every right to be miserable and grumpy. I know this is the first of many trips to the hospital. I’m actually surprised it’s taken this long for an injury like this to happen. Especially the way Adam runs, jumps and pretty much temps danger when he plays.

It’s hard as a Mom to see your kid miserable and I would love to pull the stitches out for him but he has to understand that he needs to let it heal and get better.

I’m sure the return visit on Friday is going to be a doozy. I’m not looking forward to it.

Brian I’ve been told was amazing and my Mom I owe a big one to yet again.

Somehow she always get roped into sitting in the ER with us.

There is never a dull moment in life with a boy is there?


One thought on “The First Stitch

  1. […] having a hard enough weekend. It got worse for him before it got better. As you read yesterday Adam had the joy of getting stitches.  He was having a rough morning as is. He didn’t get to bed until midnight after being at the […]

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