WARNING: this is very graphic. If you have a weak stomach...do not proceed.
Once upon a time there was a little boy, a sweet, cute, loving little boy. Many people speculated and thought that this little boy was part monkey. He grew amazingly strong arms and legs and used them to swing and climb on anything and everything he could find.
One day his mommy took him and his sister to the park (even though she is scared to death to take him anywhere!). While at the park he was running after his friend and fell and hit his head on the asphault. A very big goose egg began to form and grew to be an enormous size. The little boy shook off the owe and began to play as normal. His mommy took him home and he began to continue his usual ritual of ... yup, you guessed it... climbing! He pushed over a chair to the counter and grabbed the mint he was after. "Yes," he said, "I got it!"
His mommy took the rest of the mints and turned around to put them in the pantry. Meanwhile, he decided to get off of the counter a different way. He began to slide off of his bum, rather than turning around to go down on his tummy. His mommy wasn't worried a bit, b/c you see, this little boy got up on the counter several times a day like this and was so familiar with getting down now that she thought he had it down pat! Little did she know, he was going down on his bum. Much to her dismay, she turned around to see him FffffALL! He hit the corner of the chair and flipped around to fall head first onto the floor. And can you guess where he hit? RIght on his goose egg. The never ending BUMP!!
The pressure was enourmous and the egg cracked, split and popped! Blood spilled everywhere. His mommy ran to his side and held him tight. It was everything she could do to stay calm, not scream, not cry (I did that later), and NOT FREAK OUT (I NEVER do that! Just ask Vaughn!)!!!!!!
OK....so I am done with the story bit...that's enough. Thank me later.
So, I was watching Eli and called Kirsten (my Amazing and WONDERFUL, Freakin' awesome neighbor, and when I move she HAS to move with us!). She came hurling over, faster than a speeding bullet. And I ran out the door to take him to the ER. I went to Primary Health Center and they said, it was way to deep and they wouldn't be able to hold him down for the stiches. So by that time Vaughn caught up with us and he drove us down to St. Al's. Meanwhile, blood is gushing out of Jackson's head and going all over the place. You should have seen the kitchen, him and I. We were all covered! Amazingly he stopped crying the minute I put him in his car seat. I couldn't believe it. What a soldier! That was the minute IIIIII started crying. I felt so bad. I couldn't stand to see my baby in pain. It was unexplainably awful. I HATED it!!!!!!!! Ahh!
The stiches were a nightmare for us. Strapping him down and telling us to stay away, while our baby was screaming bloody murder, was horride. I felt so bad. I have just now calmed down from the whole thing and thinking about it makes me cringe all over again. I thought I was a "hellicopter mom" before, can you only imagine what I am now? I swear this kid is going to give me heart failure.
So the moral of the story is....never let your child grow arms and legs, and you'll be just fine. No...I am so grateful for his arms and legs and hope and pray nothing happens to those too.
The picture you see below of my poor baby, is of us in the ER waiting room with Vaughn's phone. I didn't want you to think I stopped to grab my camera on the way out the door...although, true confessions, weirdly enough, I thought about it! Ah, Heather!
I can't even thank Kirsten enough for cleaning my "bloody mess" up, and coming to my rescue. And I am ever so grateful for Vaughn being my rock. It was NOT coincidence that he was working close by and ran to our aide. The Lord knew I needed him. He is my stability. AND...my dad, who rushed over to give Jackson a blessing with Vaughn. (Even though I told him the wrong hospital in the midst of the commotion). Thanks you guys!
Sorry Jackson babe! 
