Today right before nap time Max took a big spill in the bathroom, falling off the step at the sink and slashing his face on the toilet.
After much deliberation, and a this-is-why-I-love-Siloam-Springs house call from our nurse friend Cindy and then Lucas fortuitously running into our favorite dr. at Zaxby's to talk through what we should do, we made the decision not to take him into the ER.
It was a pretty good gash, and it probably could have used a couple of stitches, but we decided that we would just let it heal on its own. Cindy described to us what the process would be like to get stitches, and it sounded like it would be horribly traumatic for Max. So we butterfly bandaged it and are hoping it won't leave much of a scar.
I found out today how weak I am when it comes to dealing with bloody situations. I had to lie down a couple of times because I kept getting light headed while trying to help Max. I'm so thankful that Lucas was not so squeamish!
And I'm also SO thankful that the gash did not actually make it to Max's eye, although it came VERY close. Thank you, Lord, for protecting our little one today!