Tonight parental peace of mind cost a mere $25 (thank you, insurance).
Georgie was playing with plastic bowls and tupperware while I was cooking and…shoot! He tumbled onto the edge of one of the bowls. The tears were immediate, which was alarming, since he rarely really cries. So, I grabbed him and tried to comfort him. I was surprised to find out there was blood, and a lot of it.
He had cut his lip.
So, after a minor freak out, an failed attempt to have him suck on a cold washcloth, a frantic phone call to husband, then to my own mom, we decided to take him to the Urgent Care Center, just in case he needed stitches.
He didn’t. Thank God.
He thought the little field trip was pretty fun. Josh and I felt much better knowing that he was okay.
Is this like hazing into parenthood? If so, I hope there are no repeat rituals.