Last Saturday we were enjoying a relaxed afternoon...pork tenderloin on the grill, veggies in the oven, Charlotte's Web on for the kiddos. We had company coming in 15 minutes. I was in the shower when I heard a loud thud, a cry, then a long silent pause which turned out to be Scott holding his breath. I didn't panic, this is pretty normal for us...(at least 3 or 4 times a week). Then, Josh ran into the bathroom and said, "Carrie, get out now we have to go to the Hospital!" Before I had even seen it I was crying. Josh is usually pretty calm. As it turns out, Scott had fallen off the couch and hit the coffee table. We decided I would stay home with Ryan, finish dinner, greet our guests, and let Josh take him. I am sooo thankful Josh was home. Here are the pictures of my poor lil guy.
After the initial crying, Scott was actually pretty calm. Josh said he drank his juice in the car and talked to himself. =)
Josh said the nurses gave him a stuffed animal and juice when he got there.
He also said Scott blew kisses to all the nurses. =)
This is the finished product. They glued it instead of stitches. He was super tough! =) Thankful for Josh and everyone at McDowell Hospital for taking care of him quickly and doing a super job! =) So thankful also to God for looking after him when I couldn't. It could have been his eye and the doctor said he prob would have lost some vision. Thank you God for your love and care over him!