Super Brave Bradley

My little Scootie had an adventure a few days after we arrived in Georgia. That Sunday afternoon, we were at Chris' parents, out in the country. Chris and I were exhausted and taking a nap. Suddenly we heard Nathaniel come running in the house, yelling, "He looks awful! I can't even look at him!" I of course freaked out, and Chris calmly went outside to find that Bradley had somehow (no confessions were forthcoming) been hit in the forehead with a wooden swing. The gurgling, bloody gash sent me into hysterics. We left for the ER, which was a 45 minute drive. The boy was crying a lot at first, but he eventually calmed down and took everything in stride. He just made me laugh during his ER visit . . . he was laid up on the bed looking very cool, but still with a little pout.


The doctor came in and gave him 4 stitches, and he didn't move a muscle. He was just a perfect patient, while I had to go out in the hallway to settle down. He was absolutely thrilled when the doctor came back in with a popcicle!
Even though it majorly stressed me out, once all was said and done, I had to admit it was a pretty cool little wound. And he has an awesome scar!
(By the way, he managed to pull out 3 of his 4 stitches by the next afternoon. Tough little guy!)