Keegers had a doctor's appointment today to get the "Kitty Whiskers" removed from his forehead. These were the first of what we are sure will be many trips to the ER for stitches. He claims he was trying to give Suttie a hug... and somehow he fell and hit his head on the wall. (note to self: ask Suttie's permission before hugging) We had been in the middle of packing up to leave Mom and Dad's house after the holidays. As soon as it happened, we knew we had to go to the hospital.
Yet another moment for me to miss my mom. I was freaking out, trying to figure out how to get him there, and what to do with Sutton, and try to pretend to NOT be freaking out. Mom was cool as a cucumber in situations like that. It was her nature to just take care of people.
When I was 13 and wrecked my three-wheeler, I spent 27 days in the hospital. During that entire time Mom left me for just a few hours. She lost seven pounds the first week. Just this past summer I woke up early one Sunday morning with a migraine. The headache was bad enough, but the fact that they cause me to throw up not stop was the bigger problem. James had drill weekend so it was just me and the boys. I didn't know what to do, so at 34, I called and woke up my Mommy, and sobbingly asked her to help me. It's a four hour drive on a good day. She was her in four hours and ten minutes. She hadn't even put on her make-up.
She was there when both of my babies were born. When Keegan fought nursing and I was freaking out, she's the one I handed him to. When we would go to her house with a newborn and a toddler, James and I knew naps were possible... because she just took over.
Who am I going to call now?
So in the midst of throwing on shoes and trying to stem the bleeding, I called my dad. When Marshall answered, I simply said, "Tell Dad I need him here right now!"
He made the three mile drive in about that many minutes.
We rushed out the door and just handed Suttie to him. "Go! We'll be fine!"
When we got home 3 hours later, they were both still in one piece and had even had naps.
It turns out... in situations like that, Dad's a pretty cool cucumber too.
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