The accident

Wednesday I was picking up Kyler from school, and still had a few minutes before I needed to pick up Bryn.  So Kyler and I decided to go grab a drink.  I was carrying Kyler and started to walk along the sidewalk.  There was a square of the sidewalk that was not attached, and was just sitting on top of the huge hole underneath, so it didn't look like anything was wrong with it, and we walk this sidewalk all the time and never knew anything was wrong.  But this day, as I stepped my foot caught the back corner of the cement and fell in the hole, the cement flipped up and went between my legs making my other leg fall in the hole as well.  In the process I dropped Kyler.  He landed on his back and hit his head on the edge of the cement and cracked it open.  

So this happened on Wednesday, it is now Sunday and I am just being able to blog about it because I felt so bad.  I still can't talk about it with out crying.  

Anyway- we went to the clinic and they of course took us right back since Kyler's head was gushing blood!  The doctor game right in, and was trying to clam me down.  By this time Kyler wasn't making a sound.  She kept telling me he was going to be okay, but I couldn't get past the fact that I had just cracked my son's head open!

She told us she needed to shave his head to get the stitches in.  So she pulled out a disposable razor and just started to shave without any water or anything, and of course with the first swipe it was pulling this hair more than actually shaving it.  So she got out a straight blade razor and shaved his hair just in that spot.  After we saw this much, Erick told her we didn't want stitches, we would just use some butterfly Band-Aids.  So she got him all cleaned up and the tape on, the whole time Kyler was holding still not saying a thing. 

I kept telling him, "Kyler, I am so sorry."  And he would just say, "It's okay."  

After they had Kyler all taken care of, she cleaned up my leg since it was dripping blood from my knee down to the top of my foot.  They ended up just putting one big band-aid on my knee and leaving the rest of it open.  Kyler looked at my leg and said, "Don't worry mom, they have band-aids at my school, and I will get some for you for the rest of your owies."

That night was a very sleepless night between waking Kyler up ever two hours, and in between that replaying the whole thing trying to figure out how I could have prevented it from happening.

The next morning I called my mom, I needed to hear from someone that I wasn't a bad mom.  Someone other that myself.  Since I knew the only reason I was telling myself that, was to get myself to let it go.  Thank goodness for moms!  I of course felt better after talking to her. However, I still had a hard time talking about it.  I soon got over that since everywhere we go people ask what happened.  I can't blame them, it looks really bad since they shaved his head, it really looks worse that it is.  And Kyler likes to tell the story to everyone we see.  I told Miss Mary that she will probably hear about it until we leave.  If you don't know Kyler is quit the story teller.  He does all the actions and doesn't leave out any details.

I am sure I will feel bad about this his whole life, but I am thankful that we come to a point where we can talk about things, and move past them to get on with life.  Kyler was on with his life by the time we got home.  I am also grateful that kids are so forgiving.

Wednesday Night

Thursday morning

The cut is about as big as half my thumb!

To a mom that is huge, to a dad, barely there!!