Our Adventure in Houston

We were in Houston for a few days a couple of weeks ago.  Jeff had depositions so we decided to load up the whole fam {including the 4 furry babies...can you say crazy!} and make a little trip out of it.  It was a good chance for us to have some time hanging out with Grandpa and to spend the weekend with some of our H-town friends.  The boys did great on the long drive there...it may have had something to do with the pups constantly popping their heads over the back seat to see what was going on and to lick their little faces.  When we got there the E's were perfect and played with their cars in Grandpa's family room while Jeff and I unloaded the car, fed and took care of dogs, and got the pack and play set up for them to go to bed.  Jeff's dad had been out and wanted the see the boys before going to bed so we kept them up a few extra minutes until he got home.

While we were hanging out Ethan took a dive off of the couch and landed head first into the edge of the coffee table.  It happened crazy fast and even though Jeff was sitting right next to him it couldn't have been stopped.  We're not even sure what he was doing because Jeff actually thought he had been asleep...which he wasn't...he just sat up and dove right off.

Evan was in my lap and all I could do was sit and watch him fall like it was happening in slow motion.  As soon as Jeff grabbed him and I saw the huge gash in his forehead I knew we were on our way to the ER...there was no way he was going to avoid stitches.  He was screaming and there was blood EVERYWHERE.  I'm usually one to not get freaked out by blood and cuts but I guess when it's your own child it's different...I couldn't even look at it.

{Ethan with his four stitches}

So...at 10:30 at night Jeff's dad and I went to the hospital while Jeff stayed at home with Evan and tried to get some sleep since he had to be up early the next morning.  Ethan actually did really good while we waited FOREVER in the waiting room.  Give the kiddo a phone with some YouTube and he is good to go.  Finally by around midnight he was back in a room getting looked at, all cleaned up and stitched back together.  They swaddled him up and a nurse held his head while I held his body so he couldn't move while the doctor stitched him up...let's just say that it was the ABSOLUTE WORST THING I have experienced so far as a mama.  It made me so sad to have to hold him and watch as he screamed while they were numbing the area for stitches...I hate seeing my babies in pain and it's even harder knowing there is nothing you can do to make it better.

{Right after getting the stitches removed}

He was definitely a trooper though and even started falling asleep toward the end of getting stitched up.  He got them out a week ago and we are on the road to recovery with hopefully no other adventures for a while.  Now when you ask him about his boo-boo and his stitches he points to his head and jibber-jabbers all about it...so hilarious.  He is most certainly our little dare-devil ALWAYS keeping us on our toes and giving this mama many gray hairs in the process!

{How I kept him still long enough to get a few pictures of his head}