He was being real sneaky and testing his boundaries and grabbed the old IRON iron from in front of a door. The really old irons that you had to put on the coals; we use them as door stops in different locations. Apparently he fell with it and it hit hard enough to indent his forehead and leave a huge gash. I could see white once I dabbed blood away for the 50th time. It was spurting out, okay it was dripping profusely! He screamed at the initial injury and then when I would try and apply pressure.
I was so scared I thought I was going to have to take him to the ER; it was just Bear, Moe and me. I just watched to make sure it started swelling outward and then no black eyes or ears. I didn't let him go to bed for his down time. He stayed in a P-n-P in the living room so I could monitor him. I called a lady over from next door whom is a CNA. And she agreed with me that it didn't look as though it needed a stitch at the ER. Talk about your stomach jumping into your throat!
He seems to be doing great now. I put a butterfly suture on it and covered it with neosporin and a bandaid. He doesn't even know it's there anymore.
I am sure this is only the first of MANY injuries that are to take place in this daring little man's life!
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