Bang on the Head Part II

I am not even going to mention the fact that yet again on a Sunday night we had a medical emergency in our house.  Same child. Same head. Same accident. Sunday night!

After dinner Henry and Rufus were playing with the doorbell at the gate in front of the house. They had very sweetly picked flowers for me and wanted me to come out and give them to me.  Nanny Sue and I were inside eating dinner laughing at the fact that we only knew two people who would ring a doorbell 5 times in a row, then about 30 seconds later Henry was running up the driveway screaming.

But it wasn't Henry who was in trouble.  Poor little Rufus had so much blood gushing down his face I couldn't even see what had happened.  He had split his head on a rock and grazed his face badly.  I could see his skull!  Was absolutely awful, much worse than last week.  Again we called the ambulance, and ended up at the same hospital as last week. Even the nice lady doctor did a double-take when she saw the same mother and child in the waiting room.

Luckily whilst at home waiting for an ambulance and kind neighbour from a few houses down just ran into our house, she had heard the screaming, she was Head Nurse at a nearby hospital.  She calmed us all down and applied pressure to Rufus' head to stem the bleeding. 

So poor little Rufus had to have 5 stitches into his forehead last night.  Another late Sunday night at the hospital (I went prepared this time with comforting books and blankets).  He is fine today, and even playing football with Henry and David.  Aside from keeping him in some sort of bubble contraption, we will be keeping an eye on all sharp objects from now on.  I broke an icy pole stick this afternoon (in place of a matchstick) as these things come in threes.  So the broken icy pole stick is the third thing.  Most accidents do happen in the home.