Poor Jay

Last night after the boys took their baths they were horsin' around in their room. Gray grabbed a pillow sham and whacked Jay on top of his head. I heard crying but it didn't sound like anything worse than usual. So I waited for the offended and offender to come to me.

Next thing I hear is a terrified scream from Gray calling for me. Jay was bleeding profusely from his head. There was so much blood we couldn't figure out exactly where the wound was or how bad it was. What Gray didn't know was that there was a toy car hidden in the sham.

I grabbed some toilet paper from a roll that just happened to be on Charlie's dresser and applied pressure. Roddy ran to get a bunch of rags and when the toilet paper was full I switched. We told everyone to get dressed so we could go to the emergency room.

Roddy decided to call our sweet friend Tina (who also bailed me out yesterday morning) to stay with everyone else so they didn't have to go. She came over immediately.

By the time we made it downstairs, the blood had stopped pouring out. After a little ice we rinsed his hair out in the sink and decided he wouldn't need stitches. Dr. Daddy wrapped his head for the night to protect it while he slept. And of course, he got to sleep in our bed!