We love baseball. Yesterday, Brandon and tossing the ball back and forth, getting A warmed up for his game. Throwing the ball high into the air, A was ready to catch a pop fly. The ball came down, bounced off A's mit, and nailed A in the lip. Blood everywhere.
I came home from K's soccer game to find Brandon's truck in the garage. I asked him where A was and he said, 'You didn't get my message?' He then tells me to take a look at A and see if he needs stitches. 'Stitches!' I think. I go look at my son layed out on my couch, watching Indiana Jones, with a pack of ice on his lip. It was definitely split and, yes, needed stitches. So Brandon took him to the ER and A came back with 2 stitches. Way to hang in there, A!
4 comments:
Oh my gosh, that's awful!--Poor Adam. Cutting the lip is the worst because it cuts down on happily eating or talking (since it hurts) and we all know that these are two of the most important things in life. :)
Aww, poor little guy! I hope it heals fast.
Ouch! I hope he feels better soon. Are you glad you weren't there to see the blood?
poor guy, nothing like taking a ball to the face!~
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