I should have known better.

I should have known better to say "those words".

Sometimes, there are just things better left unsaid. So I suppose I might have to take some of the blame of what was about to happen. You see... if you are a nurse or work in a hospital you know exactly what I mean. It is an unspoken understanding that you never say that it is "QUIET" in a hospital. It is like wishing "it" upon yourself. "It", what ever "it" may be that night. "It" is usually never good. A code blue, a patient bleeding, drama, chaos, you know, "it". I bring this up only because I should have known better.

There are just some things you don't say with having three little, energetic, adventurous boys. I should have known better that to say "it". Let me explain.

One day, not very long ago, I was telling a new friend of mine (who's husband is a doctor) that "none of our boys have ever had to have stitches." And that was it... that's all it took. I said "it!"

Two days later...

Tav's hard head met the corner of our entertainment center drawer and "it" happened. Although the laceration (cut) wasn't too large it did manage to bleed quite a bit and leave quite a hole. After a little bit of debating whether or not to take him to ER for stitches or try and butterfly (band aid) it up we decided we better have it checked out.

He handled most of the visit like a champ and won over the hearts of the ER staff

Up until the needles were applied to numb the cut prior to stitches. The poor kid yelled his poor little lungs out. (so sorry to our neighbor on the other side of the curtain who was patiently waiting to have his appendix removed) It was so sad to say the least. He just kept saying that the Dr. was "burning him" (aka the Lidocaine injections)

We all managed to recover quickly however, Tav winning the award for the "strongest" fighting patient in the ER that day, and Mom and Dad winning the award for the most "amazing parents." (because we choose not to look away from our screaming child, as had been suggested by the DR, or the stitches which I don't quite understand anyways. Somebody needs to try and comfort and console the screaming, child right?!)

Luckily, just as fast as it all happened it was over. They brought Tav a nice wrapped present (book) and with a few goodbyes we were on our way. Just like new + a few new bright blue stitches.

Luckily for this little boy his mama is familiar with removing stitches and he didn't feel a thing (ok maybe that is because he was sleeping) and is just as good as new!

The moral of the story is...

I should have known better