It's never a dull moment in the Hawkin's house. This weekend proved to be no different. Over the summer (pre-mono) I agreed to watch my neighbor's 3 and 5-year old daughters for one night as she traveled to Indy for her first full marathon. The girls were great. We went to the fall festival at the girl's school, ordered pizza, had Halloween cookies and ended the night watching Madagascar 3. The kids had a great time. I was starting to feel pretty proud of myself on Saturday morning as I was managing to get the oldest three kids ready first, so we could be out the door by 9:15 to head to Jordyn's final soccer game for the season. After waking the three-year old up and giving her breakfast, Mason decided to join her at our kitchen table. I was standing at the sink, ready to poor milk in a cup, when I heard the loudest "boom" and scream I have ever heard. I rushed over and Mason was lying on the floor beside the curio cabinet in our kitchen. It appeared he had hit the wood part. I picked him up and he looked like he had been knocked silly. As I was holding him, I realized he was bleeding on the back of his head. When I looked at it, I nearly fell down. It was wide open. Raelee instantly began to scream. She was so scared, bless her heart. I told Raelee and Jordyn to get Claire (the three-year old) dressed. I ran across the street to my other neighbor's house. I woke them up and asked if they could watch the four girls; that I was going to need to take Mason to the ER. I was afraid to put him in the car seat, afraid he'd fall asleep. Marty was at an event, so I called him to come home right away. We rushed to the ER. In the meantime, Grammy rushed to Louisville to get Jordyn and Raelee to the soccer game on time while my neighbor watched the other two I had kept for the night. I called their grandmother who lives in our neighborhood, to come and get the girls early since she was keeping them over night on Saturday. We got right in at the ER. They did a CT scan which came back fine, numbed his head with a topical ointment and shots, cleaned out the wound and put in three staples. It's never easy having to hold your baby down when they are screaming "Mommy" at the top of their lungs. Amazingly, as soon as I picked him up when it was all over, he was perfectly fine. And... when we got home he was ready to eat and never missed a beat. We're happy it's behind us. He is scheduled to have the staples removed by his pediatrician on Friday at 1:20. I don't look forward to that either! Daddy and I had a date night planned to attend a wedding for a friend of mine. That didn't work out. Because we didn't want to leave him with a sitter, Marty stayed home with Mason and Mommy and the girls went to the wedding. It was outside and beautiful!
