We can't catch a break . . . back to the ER

James tripped into a cinder block wall yesterday while playing at Thanksgiving Point. Finished school on Friday and kicked off his summer break with a gaping hole in his forehead and a minor break in his left arm, just above his wrist.

He was a trooper getting to and at the hospital and is recuperating as well as can be expected. He slept well last night -- up just once for a new dose of pain medication. Hopefully, he'll have a good day today.

Ben met the kids and our nanny at the hospital. I stayed at work and Ben sent me this picture. Had I known the extent of the damage, I never would have stayed at work. What was I thinking? I'll never not go to comfort one of my kids again. James asked me three times last night why I didn't come to the hospital. I felt horrible.

Much happier after some sleep and a shower this morning.

Looks like we'll be diligent with the sunscreen and hat-wearing for the next year. Even with that, I think he'll have a life-long reminder of yesterday's fall. Given the first picture, though, it fixed up better than I'd expected.
I think we're lucky it wasn't worse. No concussion and the CT scan came back clean.

Having fun shortly before the fall . . .