So I'm in the kitchen and I hear this noise and and a voice say, "are you OK Sterling?" Then I hear Sterling cry. I continue to sweep the floor and roll my eyes. If I came running every time he cried, I'd get no where fast. Most of the time it's nothing.
Most of the time.
He comes running into the kitchen with his hand on his forehead. Both of which are covered in blood. I dropped the broom and scooped him up and sat him on the counter. When I wiped off the blood I found a very DEEP hole in his forehead, which was pouring blood very fast. (head wounds usually do) It's a good thing I don't pass out at the sight of blood.
Brandon was gone and that left me with no car and a bloody kid that needed some medical attention. So what do you do in a situation like this? Call 911.
So I did. I've only called 911 once before when I thought our house was on fire. Long story and not interesting so I won't bore you with details. Both of these times I hesitated. But when the blood wasn't stopping and the hole was just so deep, I thought, better safe than sorry.
It took them less than five minutes to get here. Talk about fast. The EMT guy said that it looked OK, but if we wanted to go to the hospital we could. He said they'd probably stitch it, but that it would heal OK on it's own too.
It's going to scar, but hey, scars are cool when you're a boy. Right?
He was coming out of his room and Sebastian was going in at the same time. OBVIOUSLY with some force, he KICKED the door in and it caused Sterling to hit the corner of the dresser and spin and hit it again with the other side of his head. Poor guy. I would say he took it like a champ, but he cried like a baby and was very scared of the police and EMT's. I think he would have liked the ride to the hospital though. Oh well, there's always next time.....