Cutting my teeth

Five years after first becoming a mom, I guess I am finally cutting my teeth, so to speak, on being a momma this year with William's stitches back in June and now Christian's staples.

Christian and William were horsing around this morning instead of getting dressed and these boys can get quite rambunctious. So I went in and told them no jumping on the beds and get dressed, ya da ya da ya da. I go in my bedroom to get dressed and not 30 seconds later I hear them horsing around again then Christian shrieking and running into my room clutching his head. I start looking his head over to see if there was a bump or cut and my hands get all bloody. My heart raced. It was pretty deep and about 3/4 of an inch long. Poor guy had hit his head on one of the edges of the wood bed frame. His Mickey pajama shirt got all bloody.

I quickly put his robe on and got dressed and we headed over to St. Luke's er not 1/2 mile from our house and luckily we only had to wait about 45 minutes before they brought us back. Long story short, Christian was very brave! He ended up having to get two staples in his head above and a little behind his right ear. Considering how worried and scared he gets in new situations, particularly medical situations, he did very well. He asked a million questions! In all we were only there about 2 1/2 hours. It was heart warming to see him let me comfort, calm and support him. He has come so far.

I recall the trauma this poor guy went through 4 1/2 years ago when we had all the blood work and shots involved in his retro virology. And then again with William this summer, and all the attempts (4 different visits, seriously!) they had to make before they actually were able to draw the blood.

Oh my gosh, I realize this is such a minor thing, having stitches--oops as Christian said, "Mom, they're not stitches, they 're staples." , but it is one of many passages in motherhood.