It was just a regular day... Kate and Daniel had woken up from their naps, watched a few cartoons in Grandma and Grandpa's living room while eating a life saver and periodically jumping on the mini trampolines in the corner. Daniel had come up once "Wild Kratts" and "Bob the Builder" were over to ask for snacks every two or three minutes while I made dinner. In between requests for more food he found various activities and toys to play with - taking spatulas out into the sand box, washing their hands up to their shoulders, putting their blue and green stools behind the big couch and trying to jump up and over the back of the couch but instead, bouncing off of it and falling backward onto the tile floor. I was doing the dishes when I heard the fall and turned my head to see Daniel getting up from off the floor, crying and holding his head as he walked toward me. Then I noticed the splatters of blood that were dripping behind him. I ran over and tried (and failed) not to gasp. Blood was squirting out of the back of his head.
I immediately started to call Matt, I wasn't sure if he'd still be at the office because it was about the time he'd said he'd be leaving. I wondered if I took him to the office or to the emergency room!? Meanwhile, Kate came upon the scene and was very quick to point out, "There's blood all over the floor." Daniel was screaming, I was panicking, the phone was ringing. I told Kate to run get Grandma because I knew I'd need a ride to Matt's office or the emergency room.
When Matt answered the phone in his pleasant voice I said, in my rushed voice, "Daniel fell and hit his head on the tile. He's bleeding. Do I bring him there?"
Matt was calm and said, "Sure, you can do that."
I was not as calm, as the towel I was pressing onto Daniel's head was wet with blood. "Is that what I do? Or not?"
He said, "Well, I haven't seen the cut yet, can you send me a picture?"
"I can't see the cut. It's squirting blood!" (emphasis added, since I was emphasizing my description of what was going on).
"Ok. Bring him down." he responded, (see how there was not any "emphasis added" to his response? That's because he was still as calm as could be.
Dad drove me down to Matt's office while I held Daniel on my lap, pressing a rag on his head. He had stopped crying but was still whimpering and scared. By the time I got up to the office it was basically empty. Matt and Jodi were waiting for us. We put Daniel on the table but as soon as they started trying to get through the mass of matted, sticky hair, Daniel started crying again. I handed him Matt's phone so he could watch 'Bob the Builder'. He quieted down quickly.


They tried to clean things up a little since we still couldn't see the
actual cut. He was still bleeding quite a bit and his hair was long making it even harder to get to the cut. So
they eventually decided to turn him upside down and put his head under
the faucet and try to clean it out. That didn't go over well. Daniel was screaming/crying and kept saying, "No, Daddy!" I cried. They put him back on the table, he was still dripping blood, they still couldn't see the cut, so they cut off some of his hair until they could see it. It wasn't very long, maybe and inch and a half, but it was on an artery, so it was really bleeding. Matt put four quick staples in to see if that would be enough pressure to stop the bleeding. It wasn't. So he needed to put in some more but Daniel was not happy. Jodi and I did our best to hold his arms, legs, and head while Matt took his best shot and put five more staples in, for a total of nine. He said it wasn't his best work, but I was impressed he got any more in at all.
I was glad when I could hold him on my lap. Sweet boy. We asked Daniel if he wanted a sucker for being brave. He said yes. Then I asked if he wanted to get one for Kate, too. "Yes, a pink one. Kate likes pink." Made me teary again. He's such a thoughtful little soul.
We got home and Matt showered Daniel (I got a good one in that Matthew Jared Cornish, yes I did!) and snuggled with him on the couch. At home he gets to just be Daddy. Here he is (below) cleaned up and ready for bed. Just as I said, it was a regular day.