February 23, 2006
staples and I'm not talking the store
Cole, Avery and I headed out to the park to meet Lisa and Eva. Packed up our lunch. Mom was on it this time, sandwich, juice box, cheese ,raisins. The whole spread. Even had a sandwich for me-self.
We scoot over to the park and are there mmm maybe 15 minutes.
Cole starts crying.
Not an earth shattering I just broke my leg cry.
Just a cry, that happens if he doesn't get his way. I walk over "sweetie are you okay?" To my surprise look down and there is crimson blood pouring out of the back of my wee little ones melon.
PANIC PANIC. Remain calm.
I pick up Cole and hand him to Lisa with uncertainty. At this moment in time I am not like a normal mom. I hand Cole to her like he is a pile of wood planks and I am a forklift. I am one with the forklift. Uhmm Lisa "he's bleeding"
We managed to get everything picked up and head over to the er. I decided that I should call Barry on the way over. I nearly chocked trying to talk to him (note: that I am calm ,but have dry throat) only thing to chug is old vanilla latte. Very tasty. Barry said "give him ice cream a new toy" whatever he wants. I think he mentioned a convertible, honey. (to self: Rebecca stop being so it's all about me- that is sooo not appropriate) I think the cut on the back on the head bothered mommy more then it did Cole. He was running and playing peek a boo with Eva. When they were putting the staples (gulp) in his perfectly round head, all he could say was " I want to go play."
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