And, this is why I now have PTSD at Chick-Fil-A

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"Mama! Stitches starts with S!"

The only time that Max was not excited to see a Firetruck. 

Now I know that head wounds bleed a lot. 

Fair warning: more than one of these pictures might gross you out. 

The evening started innocently enough. When I picked Max up at school, he could not wait to show me what he picked out of the treasure box-a parachute man. I mean, he was SO proud of it and wouldn't set it down. 

We went to Chick-Fil-A to eat dinner before going to Anderson's church class and Max was so excited to play with his parachute man on the playground. 

Unfortunately, the chair on the playground did not like that idea. 

I saw him hit his head-on the chair. Seconds later, I saw the blood pour down his face when he moved his hand from the cut. 

All of this happened in a span of 5 seconds but it, of course, seemed like a lifetime. 

All of the mamas on the playground were on it in full force, bringing me napkins and towels for the blood, getting our stuff together and, most of all, looking terrified (there was a lot of blood) but also concerned. I think every Chick-Fil-A employee called 911 on their personal phones, which was pretty sweet. Even though I was frantic (shocker) I did have enough sense to NOT go in the ambulance. You're welcome, bank account.   Also, one disappointment of the evening was that Max did not even care when the firetruck arrived. I tried to explain to the firemen that he really does love firetrucks and thought he was a fireman for a year, but I am not sure they believed me. 

Also, Brandon managed to make it to us in an actual impossible length of time from where is job is located. This is an amazing thing because our family generally does better in situations like this when he is involved. 

Once we made it to the hospital, there was so much snuggle time in my lap while we waited for 5 hours for the actual stitches. 

Who is this grown up boy?

Also, flashback to his first stitches incident
(remember when we thought 4 stitches was a big deal? Ha ha)

Noni picked up Anderson at the hospital & took him home since we were there so late. 

As always,  thank goodness for FaceTime. 

"Mama, let me show my brother my rail!-Anderson, this rail is here so I won't fall."

*Too bad the rail was not also on the playground. 

I have to include this because one day he will want to see the details.  

Just bless this baby's heart. Seeing this makes me so sad. 

But, seeing this makes me so happy! Look at our baby just rocking his Ninja Turtle bandaids. 

To be honest, Max's 2nd round of stitches made me so grateful for so many things: modern medicine, TEAM MAMA, grandmas, this boy's face, another good story to tell Max at bedtime*, Brandon's ability to make situations feel calmer and our leaving the hospital with just stitches. 

*The very next night Max wanted me to tell him a story and I went with this one. When I got to the part about the fire truck pulling in he got really excited, so at least this experience was not all for naught.