Sigh.... so last night Bjay was at work. The kids and I were just winding down getting ready to start our bedtime routine... or so I thought. Peyton has this thing where he becomes a Phantom or a superhero every once in a while and it is literally as if he is not Peyton, nothing I say matters. I kept warning him "You need to calm down buddy, be a little more careful or you will get hurt". I think I said that about 4 times. When suddenly... it happened. I hear a bang and than a child sobbing. Didn't see what happened but I looked over and saw him curled up in a ball with his hand on his head. I ran over, moved his hand and there it was... BLOOD gushing all over the place. It was pouring down his face, into his ears, all over the floor, looked like we just held a UFC fight in the house. So... I am trying to be calm because he doesn't do so well with blood. He thought of course that he was going to die. I grabbed rags to put pressure on the cut so that we could get it to stop bleeding. All the while Pajha is nearby saying "Oh my gosh... oh my gosh... this is not good... I am so sad right now" in the background. Peyton is VERY dramatic when he gets hurt. He is repeating over and over "This is the worst day of my life". Finally the bleeding stops. The cut is super small but I couldn't really tell how deep it was and if it needed a stitch or two. Now Pajha is saying "Oh my gosh, I am actually going to cry... Peyton... look at my eyes... see the tears? I am actually going to cry!". Ha ha... (me trying not to laugh at her and stay focused on the task at hand called Bjay). He comes home from work to watch Pajha so I can take Peyton to the hospital and laughs at me for thinking it needs stitches. Well I had to be sure so I called up my friend Kerry who happens to be a nurse for a Plastic Surgeon here. THANK YOU KERRY for easing my mind and taking such good care of my boy! No stitches just a bandage and a few hugs was all my boy needed! Although on the way home he did say "Kerry saved my life, I want to buy her a present". What a boy!
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
3 years ago



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I was 8 months pregnant when Mackay got his first set of stitches. It was hilarious. I was all wound up and crying. The Dr made me leave because he was worried I would go into labor! Good for you for holding yourself together. It sounds like your kids have a gread relationship!
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