Red & brown boys

I'm not quite show how to describe today. It all happened in the blink of an eye.

The boys had spent the day at Disney with their Dad whilst I rested up at home happily watching our fabulous new husband and wife team clean the house. Bliss.

I've been given a mix of narcotics and antibiotics to recover from bronchitis and some other bits and I'm certainly feeling it's kicking in, definitely less nauseous, in pain, ferile and weary.

Upon their return, I'm due to leave shortly after with the boys to celebrate the church's 125 years and despite the rough week, I really don't want to miss it. Too long feeling general malaise. Except when do plans go to plan with me? Five minutes after their return, Reuben decided to go walk then runabout with his jeans down after potty time, no doubt in celebration of the boys' joint successes. I was quickly getting ready so didn't see it happen but as the blood gushed from his forehead over his white shirt and I was faced with a huge laceration where his head had gone straight into the side of a table, I had the paramedics on their way. We should have gone straight to UCLA but took their advice and went to a local urgent care, only to discover they didn't do stitches, so then onto UCLA's ER. I guess they have much experience in dealing with open wounds, this much akin to what you'd expect a knife wound to be. How? A male nurse and I were charged with holding Reuben down in the hope he wouldn't need to be put out, but without his hearing aid, I kept wondering if he could hear me talk to him whilst under a huge surgical sheet with just the wound appearing through a hole. It was anesthetized so what he was feeling was the tug of the stitches rather than pain, but the fear he must have been experiencing as he kept repeating "all done... no" is a harrowing thought.

I'm devastated for all the scars he has all over his body from surgeries, and this his first accident scar, all ELEVEN stitches across his gorgeous forehead. I couldn't help but think back to the lovely peaceful image of him sleeping just a couple of days ago and the scar he'll now bear there. I guess preventing two boys rolling around together will come a little earlier than we expected post his June 21st neck surgery. Reuben has poor balance on account of a vestibular dysfunction and so he will repeatedly fall in exactly the same place, that which is now defined by a huge scar growing under stitches.

You can't turn back the clock, even on Blip.

PS: No Callum has not become a cannibal. He's devouring the icecream on his shirt.