Head wound

It's early, maybe 7:00am or so.

I am in the kitchen getting lunches together for Celeste and Steven.

I hear Steven call out "uh-oh" followed by Logan crying.

Steven then yells "Logan's nose is bleeding!"

I rush over to the stairs to find that Logan's nose is not bleeding...

he is, however,

gushing blood from a gaping wound right smack in the middle of his forehead!

He smashed his head into the molding around the railing on the stiars.

I grab him, head to the kitchen, grab a towel and wipe...

he has what looks like a hole in his head, a massive puncture, if you will.

I start panicking.

I yell to Celeste and Steven to get shoes on - "we're going to the ER".

I'm holding pressure on Logan's head and lift the towel to take another peak.

It is still pouring blood.

I realize then that there is no way I can keep pressure on his head

and get us to a hospital by myself.

I call 9-1-1.

Now, Logan is screaming because he doesn't like being pinned down with ice on his head.

Celeste is crying because, well she doesn't handle stress well, I guess.

Steven decides to take guard at the door and wait for the firetruck.

A mere minutes later, when the first responders arrive,

I peel back the towel I've been pressing on Logan's head to discover that it is no longer gushing.

He just has an open hole.

The firemen check him out - but since Logan isn't gushing blood anymore,

I make the decision to take him to the ER myself.

I call back my girlfriend, whose son I was supposed to babysit today,

and ask to drop Celeste and Steven with her for a ride to school so that I can take Logan in.

Logan and I make it to the urgent care around 8am and by 8:45 we were back home.

They were able to just glue the opening shut with dermabond.

So its just Logan and I now and he is right back to his normal ways...

brutalizing that cats, climbing on the kitchen table, running from room to room.

Meanwhile I am ready to go back to bed after such an overwhelming morning.

I am ready to call it a day and just try again tomorrow.

I've said it before, but I'll say it again,

this kid will be the death of me...

Here's my monkey, looking no worse for the wear.

Unbelievable.