Friday night...approximately 6:20pm. Mike is on his way home from work, Colton is playing with the neighborhood kids who all are next door and I just pulled Brett out of the bathtub when the doorbell rings. My first thought is that it's Colton, trying to get into the house to grab something. I tell B to stay put and I leave him wrapped in his towel. I get to the door and it's not Colton, but our neighbor (who happens to also be a babysitter of ours). She looks at me and says....Colton's head is bleeding do you want me to stay with Brett. What happened? So I say to the neighbor as I run out the door, "Brett is upstairs, there's a diaper right next to him."
I get about 8 steps out the door and here comes Colton - hand on his head and his two best buds walking right next to him with their arms around his shoulder. I see blood all over his shoulder and dripping down his wrist. I think to myself - oh, shit (sorry about the expletive, but we're talking my kid and blood here people) which hospital is the closest. He's crying, but not hysterical. I bring him up to the bathroom to get an assessment. Side note - I don't do well with blood, let alone my one children's blood. I grab a washcloth and start blotting as I'm calling Mike's cell phone to get his exact location.
The more I blot, the better things look. I figure it's not squirting out, so we should be okay. There's a nice gash, but nothing that required a trip to the emergency room thankfully.
I made him sit on the couch for about 30 minutes before I set him loose again in the front yard.
Thank goodness everything turned out fine! Oh, I didn't mention that it was a trampoline accident....I haven't figured out exactly what happened, but he hit his head on one of the padded posts.