Friday, December 27, 2013
We started off this Christmas a little on a scary note. We had taken the twins to daycare on Christmas Eve day because we had family coming over that night and we needed to get the house cleaned. We got a call around 10 am and it was the daycare telling us that we needed to come up because Beckham was going to need stitches. I could tell in his voice that he was a little uneasy. I was not prepared at all for what I saw when I got there. He was in the rocking chair with Mrs. Linda and was actually being very calm. I told her I didn't really want to see but I knew I needed to. His forehead was split wide open. I mean we're talking deep flesh hanging out. I managed to stay calm because I knew I needed to be for him. I sat in the back with him on the way to the hospital and we just sang Rudolph to keep him awake. It's amazing how resilient kids are. He was scared every time a Dr came in but in between that he was playing and laughing with his brother. I'm pretty sure I would have asked to be knocked out. He wound up getting 7 stitches and some glue. He is going to have a pretty nice scar for the rest of his life. I'm sure this was the first of many!