How NOT to keep the Sabath holy...

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It was turning out to be a really nice Sunday Afternoon. We'd made it to church before the end of sacrament meeting, we didn't starve to death before getting home, and everyone was in a pretty good mood. We get home from church and this is how the conversation goes:

Jaden: "Hey, Gabe, let's wrestle!"

Gabe: "Yeah! Wrestle!"

Mom: "It's okay with me if you wrestle, but run upstairs first and put your church clothes on Mommy's bed, okay?"

(to which there is no reply because as I was making my request, Jaden lunged at Gabe, who fell backward and whacked his head on the corner of the t.v. stand.)

Mom: (suffering from back pain and unable to leap to the rescue) "Jade! Grab him! That was a bad one!"

Jaden: "Dad, he's bleeding! Is he's brain falling out?!?!"

Mom: "Is it bad? Put pressure on it!"

(Gabe isn't crying at all, just letting Daddy drag him by the head into the bathroom)

Daddy: "Great! He's definitely going to need at least a couple of stitches! (grumble, grumble)"

Mommy: "Hon, this is awesome! Its our first big boy injury! Don't worry so much about it, we have two boys, so this is kinda supposed to happen, right? Before we go, can you get that blood out of the carpet please? I don't want it to stain."

Daddy: "(sounding a little queesy) I guess if I'm going to be a doctor, I'm going to have to get used to the sight of blood."

And this is the result of not listening to your mother who told you to go upstairs and change out of your church clothes (which, by the way, now have blood all over them):

So off we rush (and by rush, I mean clean the carpet, get Maya dressed, make a bottle, call Lori to see if #2 and #3 can stay with her, make sure the camera battery is charged, grab Jade's backpack so he can study if there's a long wait, then go) to Instacare to get stitches. Gabe still didn't cry, which gave me conflicting feelings of "what a brave boy!" and "if he's not crying and the bleeding has stopped, do we really need stitches just because we can see a little bit of bone?"

Jade was kind enough to hold the napkin on Gabe's head so that he didn't bleed all over the waiting room chairs.

So Doctor Sam (I don't know if that's really his name or if he was just teasing the nurse who's name is Sam) Come's in, pulls out the little surgical stapler thingy, and goes to town on Gabe's head. Gabe still didn't cry! He just stood there wincing a little while Dr. Sam clicked away.

Here is one of our favorite nurses, Sam, who happened to be on loan from Dr. Thompson's office. Sam took really great care of Gabers, and I think he was comforted to have someone he knows working on his owie.

So, a great big THANK YOU to Lori and Shea for helping out with the kiddos, Sam for being a familiar face, Jade for cleaning up the blood, and Dr. Whatever for being kind, funny, and putting Gabe at ease. THANKS!