First trip to the E.R.

I guess it's inevitable at some point to have to take at least one child to the emergency room at some point in their existence. I was hoping to not ever have to go through that trauma of an injury requiring stitches or casts or surgery etc...but Zachy broke our good record we had going up until Monday night. He fell out of my arms onto the kitchen floor and somehow ended up getting a pretty serious cut on his chin. I still don't know how it happened, but boy was it a bleeder! Thank goodness I was able to get a hold of Pete and he rushed home right away and whisked our little guy to the emergency room where he ended up getting six stitches to close up his gash.
Brooklyn and Ryan and I were all pretty worried and anxious for him and what he'd have to endure when he got the the hospital. We said a prayer together and I assured them their little brother would be just fine. It broke my heart to see Ryan crying for his brother and I realized really what a tight bond he and his twin brother share. I just don't think about the fact that they are together 24/7 . They don't get breaks from each other like Brooklyn does since she gets to go off to school or ballet, etc. but they do everything together, so it was a weird feeling to have him gone. I expected Zachy to get home crying for me and wanting me to hold and comfort him but that didn't happen. He walked in the house on his own happy as can be and just said "Hi Momma" as cheerful as could be. What a brave boy!


He got the stitches taken out on Friday and he's just happy it's all over with now!