What a day! This morning around 10:30 Whitney and Aaron were playing in our bedroom. All of the sudden Aaron started screaming and crying. We have this little metal side table thing next to our bed. It's about a foot wide, and three feet tall and it had somehow tipped over on top of Aaron. It doesn't weigh very much, but he was sort of pinned under it face down and there was blood on the floor. My first reaction was of course freak out and somehow try to stay calm at the same time. I was so scared to pick him up and see where the blood was coming from. It was too much blood to be from a bumped lip, and I was worried it would be his eye or something. I picked him up and turned him over and he had a pretty good gash in his forehead. There was blood running down his face and on his shirt and on the floor....it was a mess. So I put pressure on it and we ran to the kitchen to grab a towel and a bag of frozen peas and I franticly called Mike to tell him to come home so we could take Aaron to the ER. (This is exactly why I wish we had two cars!!!) I got the bleeding to slow down and Mike got home (and ate lunch...yeah.). I changed my shirt (it had blood all over it) and took Mike back to work trying to hold back tears. He used up his lunch break eating lunch so he couldn't come to the ER to help me out. I was thinking, "How on earth am I going to do this!?! How am I going to hold him still while they sew up his head and try to take care of Whitney so she isn't traumatized through this!?! What if I can't handle it? What if I pass out?" I was absolutely terrified! This is my first experience with anything like this so of course I was in the Land of Worst Case Scenarios, picturing this long hooked needle aimed at my screaming son's beautiful little forehead, with Whitney standing in a corner crying while I'm trying to hold Aaron still so the doctor doesn't miss and get him in the eye or something. So when we got to the ER clinic I asked Whitney if it was okay if we said a prayer. I prayed that everything would be okay and the doctor would be able to do a good job and that Aaron would be calm and not be scared and that Whitney and I would be brave. So, we went in and waited forrrrrrever and Aaron was a little monster in the waiting room. He was running laps around a great big coffee table with 4 nice sharp corners (yeah, go figure) and the nurses probably thought I was a horrible mom when I freaked out and had to try to hold him on my lap so he didn't do any more damage. Anyway, we went in and they were able to get it closed up with glue and a steri-strip instead of stitches!!! I swear the Hallelujah chorus was playing in that little emergency room! Aaron just laid there on the little bed so still and calm like he was ready for his nap. I was sooooo relieved! And Whitney was in the corner...but she was playing with her dolls that she brought. Before we knew it, it was done and it looks great! It won't scar as badly since they used glue to close the wound and of course I am ecstatic about that. I love his little forehead!!! I'm so glad he's okay and that everything went well and that Heavenly Father answered my prayer today! It'll make it easier for me to not be so cranky at Mike when he gets home from work. Here's a picture from his nap...it was the only time I could get him to hold still to take a picture! He was so tuckered out!