Hot Date

Monday night, Drew, Levi and I went to see Fireproof. We were enjoying the movie, Levi was behaving perfectly and then Drew's phone vibrated. He looked at it and said, "It's your mom." I told him to answer it and he did as he walked out of the not so crowded theater. As he walked away, I prayed that everything was okay at home.

It wasn't.

He came back in and said Sage fell and needs stitches on his head. I set Levi back in his car seat and handed it to Drew as he asked me "Where's the baby? Where's the baby?"

We ran/walked out with Drew going to pull the van up and me stopping to buckle the baby.

As I hopped into the van, I asked if he had heard Sage crying in the background. He hadn't.

We knew little information, just that Sage fell and needed stitches.

We hit the first red light. Got on the freeway and it seemed like we hit every red light on the way home.

I could only pray "Lord, be with Sage, be with my mom and be with Kolby." I felt like crying.

We got in to the house and all was quiet. All three of them were in the boys bathroom, Sage on mom's lap with a bloody towel pressed to his head. Kolby sitting in the now drained tub with a towel around him for warmth. Sage was calm and it was evident he needed stitches. It is on his forehead right by his hairline and it was deep.

Drew, Sage, Levi and I loaded up and headed to the ER. We got there at 8pm and after much waiting got home at 1am.

It was nothing like my experience last month. Sage was so tired he fell asleep around 11 in the waiting area, slept on the bed in the room and was angry when he got woken up to get stuck in his head.

This cut bled, a lot. As the doctor was trying to clean it and numb it, it was gushing blood. Drew was holding his legs and I was holding his hands and arms. Drew got the hard end. I had to sit down a couple times it was so gross. As the doctor was stitching it, with every stitch he made, it bled more. And Sage screamed. And screamed.

We promised WALL-E, a shake, a cheeseburger, anything for him to calm down.

WALL-E worked. Kind of.

So, last night, we went back to the theater and saw Fireproof again. It was good, we even got to eat dinner.


In the waiting room.


Back in the room. Waiting some more.


The final product.