Brecken is all boy – very curious, unaware of surrounding danger, and ready to try anything. We have managed to keep him out of harm’s way for the most part for 18 months minus his fair share of minor head trauma. This time, his curiosity got the better of him. Our elf on the shelf, Patch, was relaxing in a bowl of marshmallows and Brecken either decided he wanted to check out Patch, help himself to a few marshmallows, or perhaps a little of both. Either way, I was sitting in the living room folding laundry and hear a loud crash followed by a loud thud and then heard screaming unlike I’ve heard before. I found poor Brecken lying on the floor surrounded by glass. I picked him up, rushed him to the kitchen and immediately noticed bleeding from him right arm. I knew instantly that this wasn’t something that Mom couldn’t fix. I have often wondered how I would react when I was faced with trauma with my own kids. Today I found out. I went into nurse mode and detached myself from emotion and fear. I gathered supplies, cleaned it up, and bandaged his arm with what I had. Aubrey was so good. She got dressed and didn’t ask me any questions. She was very worried about him once we got in the car and she started to cry. I reassured her and told her that he was going to be just fine. Brecken would cry periodically and say ‘owe’ in the cutest little voice. We tried Prompt care first – I figured the cut wasn’t deep, just very long, so maybe they could use some glue and we could be on our way. Well, the nurse took a look and Brecken was less than happy to have his bandage taken off by this stranger. She got a second opinion and I was told he would need stitches and, because of his age, sedation. That meant a visit to the ER. Oh, poor guy. While we sat at prompt care, Aubrey started to have a melt down in her worry for her little brother. This made Brecken start crying…..oh my! Thank goodness my mom was off work this week! She met me at the hospital and took Aubrey back to our house while I sat with Brecken at the ER. Honestly, you would have never known he was hurt unless you saw his laceration. They came in about 4 times to unwrap his dressing and replace it for various reasons (although I felt some of those could have been eliminated). Finally, they decided to use some steri-strips and some surgical glue. At least we avoided stitches and sedation! It took 3 of us to hold him down to get his arm back together. At the end of the ordeal, we stopped and got ice cream for him and his brave sister and then Brecken had a very long nap! He is healing well and reminds me each morning that he has an owie by pointing to his arm. Poor guy will have a scar, but I think this will be one of many! I’m just so happy the fall didn’t amount to anything more serious.