
So we are staying at the cabin one last time before school starts. Late last night we were just hanging out and the kids were watching a movie in the toy room. All of a sudden, I heard Kyson crying and he came in with blood all over his hand and forehead. At the time, he didn't know he was bleeding. Once he took his hand away from his forehead, and saw the blood, he started screaming. We cleaned it up and saw the cut. I had the hardest time trying to decide whether to take him in for stictches or not. It stopped bleeding very quickly which made me think it wasn't that deep. Amy had some butterfly bandages so we tried to close the cut up and put the bandage on it. I just prayed I was making the right decision by not taking him to the doctor. Kyson is a worrier. After we got the bandage on and he was sitting on the couch, he said he felt like he was going to throw up. He had a very worried look on his face. I called Dale and was telling him about it. Kyson looked at me and said "Am I going to die?" My heart broke. I reassured him that he was going to be fine. He fell asleep on the couch. After everything calmed down we found out that he was standing on a little stool to reach something and fell. His forehead landed on the corner of a toy house. When he woke up in the morning, he wanted to take the bandaid off because there was some blood around the outside of it. We took it off and cleaned up the blood. I asked him if he wanted to look at it. He said yes. He stood in front of the mirror and just stared. I think it looked a lot worse than he was expecting. He said "I am going to throw up". I hurried and moved him to the toilet. Amy, Lisa, Jared and I were all standing there with him. That didn't bother him one bit. He just pulled his pants down and went to the bathroom. After he went to the bathroom, he threw up. While we were putting another butterfly bandage on his cut, Amy said "I just hope it doesn't get infected". Kyson looked at me and said "I don't want to get dejected". He's so cute! Throughout the day he said things like "I wish I could go back in time and then I wouldn't have stood on that stool." and "I don't want to have a scar forever". He kept asking me if anyone would be able to see it and how long he was going to have to wear his bandage. He's our little worrier. I just hope he doesn't blame me for his little scar for the rest of his life!
