After story time at the library we hung out at Chic-Fil-A for a bit to let Elliot (13 mos.) and Joshua (3.5) play and eat lunch before Elliot's nap. We were on our "3 minutes then we go home" countdown when Josh decided to run across the cushion benches. He had done this earlier with another little girl so I didn't think too much of it. Then his foot slipped on the edge and BANG! he slipped. The back of his head banged against the glass wall. I was prepared for a bump, a kiss, a few tears then going home. Oh no. He had a gash about an inch and a half long and fairly deep. He was bleeding onto his hair, it got on his shirt, his fingers... I was about to cry right next to him. The staff was good at bringing us water and towels to apply pressure. He needed a doctor and we decided paramedics would be best. The ambulance came, they braced his head, put him on a gurney and drove him to Trinity Hospital E.R..

I shed my two tears in the car driving behind the ambulance where Josh couldn't see me. Then pulled myself together, pulled Elliot out of his car seat then walked into the ER right next to him. He was such a champ- he didn't cry, he just talked to the paramedics.

Then we waited for two hours. Well, not entirely waited. He got his gash cleaned, they numbed it, they did a CT scan to make sure there wasn't any internal bleeding (there wasn't) all of which took the span of two hours. Thirty minutes into our waiting Rusty met us there, cheered up Josh then took Elliot home to nap while I waited with Josh. Then they gave him three staples (they don't do stitches anymore apparently) and discharged us with instructions to clean it daily and no swimming.

Whew! He's home, back to his normal wacky self. Lesson learned: do not let your kids jump or stand or especially run on the cushy benches at Chic-Fil-A because a hard enough bang on that glass wall can cause a nasty injury.