Ryan: " oh, Colby it's bleeding...."
Ryan: "MOM, Colby is bleeding!"
I slowly place the book I was reading on the back of the couch and make my way downstairs, to see Ryan racing from the bathroom with toilet paper for Colby.
Me : "WHAT HAPPENED??????"
I then observe that Colby is holding the tissue on his forehead....not the nosebleeds we usually encounter.
Me: "WHAT WERE YOU DOING?????"
Colby: (he is stark naked ,mind you, because he had just gotten out of the tub.) "I was standing on that basketball and it slipped and I hit my head on the dresser."
Me: "Let me see the cut. WHY WERE YOU STANDING ON THE BASKETBALL?????"
I carefully pry the tissue of his wound.
Me: " Ryan, please go get your Dad... Tell him Colby cut his forehead and I need to know if I need to take him for stitches."
I'm standing there, I had washed my face for the day.... I'm wearing cut off shorts and an old t-shirt.... my hair has definitely seen better days...and I am on the brink of sheer exhaustion... I know that the cut is bad enough that he probably should get stitches... but I am hoping with all that I am that Wade will come to the rescue and tell me it isn't that bad. By now Colby is really howling and upon hearing the words stitches and emergency room.... has all but started to hyperventilate.
Wade walks in... fortunately he is, and always has been, the calm in my storm. Somehow he can remain calm and even witty under these kinds of circumstances.
Me: (annoyed) " He was trying to balance on his basketball and ...look, does he need stitches?"
Wade: "Ah, that's not too bad..We are done with this emergency room thing... I am going to stock up our first aid kit... and we are not running to the emergency room anymore. He's a boy... scars are cool when your a boy."
And with that Colby stopped howling... because he realized he wasn't going to have to go get stitches and I was relieved that I didn't have to make another trip to the emergency room looking like something the cat drug home. Wade doctored him up and we all went to bed.
Colby was a little concerned about hving to go to school the next day... until Wade convinced him how cool his scar was going to look.
These are the moments I wonder if I was cut out to be a mother of boys.
Colby...thinking about having to go to school with his fresh wound.
Colby after his Dad convinced him 'scars are cool'