Oh, My Achin' Head...

Literally!

Last week, I was bogged down with a horrible head cold. I "powered through" most of the week, but Friday, I woke up, got dressed, went down to start my car, couldn't find my keys anywhere, and trust me when I say, I didn't need my arm to be twisted to stay home and recover.

So, back into my jammies and bed I went. It was nice, if that's how you choose to categorize staying in bed all day in your jammies, with your face pounding, your nose so stopped up you can't breathe, and you eyes all puffy and runny. Nice.

Then, Saturday, Hunter woke up with a fever and the same head cold. But... the nicest thing in the whole world... my sweet SIL Sunshine, her hubby B, and ladybug came to our home Saturday evening and watched Hunter while we went out on a date night. It was the fastest date night I've ever had, and frankly, I was still feeling crummy. We went to the $2.99 movie theater and saw Charlie Wilson's War. OH MY... it was so full of foul language and adult content... I'm surprised it passed as an "R" rating!

Saturday night (really, Sunday morning), Hunter woke up feverish, and slept most of the night in our bed. I think I'm the only one that didn't get any sleep, but thank goodness for naps! Right before nap time, Hunter was sitting on the arm of a big comfy arm chair, and he fell over backwards and hit his head on a dresser. He was crying so hard, and I was rubbing his head, and when I pulled my hand away, I saw... blood.

Now, I don't know if I've ever mentioned this before, but... I don't do well with blood. At all. I shouted for my husband to get me a cold, wet wash cloth, and after applying pressure to the wound for what seemed like 5 hours, it stopped bleeding. It was really only 15 minutes, but all the while, I was talking to myself (in my head), reminding myself that head wounds bleed a lot. Fortunately, it stopped bleeding, so off to bed he went. He napped for two and a half hours.

When he woke up, I casually looked at his head, and noticed that it had not scabbed over like I thought it would, but was still a small open wound. You know where I'm going with this, don't you? I called a neighbor of ours (who is a nurse), and she confirmed my fear... it would need a stitch. How could I have been so stupid!

So off to the emergency room we went. My husband said a prayer over Hunter and for the wait we were sure to have... but guess what? No wait! We walked right in, the checked Hunter in, they took us back, stitched him up (with NO numbing!), and an hour later, we were back home, listening to Hunter proclaim that he is .... Superman!!!

I'm pretty sure I won't be receiving any nominations for mom of the year, or "brightest light bulb" of the year, but I can confirm one thing... God was there! He heard our prayers, and he opened up the emergency room for us, because as soon as we were checked in, it filled up quickly! Praise God that he watched over us this weekend. It could have been much worse!

How was your weekend?