I knew this day would come eventual with a VERY active 3 year old boy; we had our first visit to the ER last week.
Colton stepped on the blade to my food processor :(
While doing the dishes Colton must have taken the blade out while I was not looking. Next thing I hear is him crying in the living room. It was a "hurt cry", not an "I'm upset cry". When I rushed into the living room there was blood everywhere! I grabbed a towel, my shoes, and my purse and rushed to the ER not knowing what to expect. All I saw was a lot of blood and knew this was going to take more than a band aid and a kiss.
9 stitches and 2 hours later we left the hospital. Colton did really well, well as well as a 3 year old can with being pinned down and having shots and needles poked and prodded into his foot.
After the stitches the nurse gave him a Popsicle. It was all he needed to he happy again!
Wouldn't that be nice if a Popsicle was all I needed to make a bad day better :)