Later in the evening of March 15th T hit his head on the windowsill. Because we had the St Patrick's Day social at D's school we didn't arrive home until 5. The boys couldn't help but fall asleep so they were up pretty late. I was reading on the couch waiting for T to get tired and he gets his second wind at night lately. He was playing in between our cushion and the back of the couch (our cushions are removable so he was sandwiched between the cushions and the backboard) and all the sudden he started hitting me. His way of playing but I stopped him so he started pulling my hair. Again I stopped him and he got upset. His way of throwing a tantrum is by throwing his head back. Of all places to throw his head back at it happened to be the windowsill. I've never seen him cry like that before so I knew instantly that he was hurt pretty badly. My hubs and D were already asleep by this point so waking them up wasn't easy. They were both out of it. Anyway T had to receive 2 staples. Poor guy. :'( I was freaking out more than he was I think. There was blood all over my white t shirt and that didn't help things. It was just so hard to see him bleeding and crying so hard. I've never seen him cry like that. The ER doc mentioned that he's a tough little guy so I'm glad we're not the only ones that have a hard time trying to keep him from throwing himself around. He's gotten the hubs and I pretty good in the nose a few times and given some fat lips. I just hope he grows out of this tantrum throwing because I'm afraid he's going to hurt himself pretty bad again. And I don't want to visit the ER any time soon. He's going to be my ER baby.
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