This morning, the rain was so heavy it was not safe to drive in, so we headed home after school drop off. Probably the best idea, I realise, after I saw the pictures of flooded roads in the news.
Then, an accident in the afternoon.
Our big boy had gone for his first Badminton training session, a trial. I was home with the other children, playing on our playground. Our little man had gone into the garage and tried to bring down his bicycle that was mounted on a wall rack. It fell on him and nicked his head. A minor injury, but the sight of blood dripping onto the floor was terrible.
Our neighbours lent me their car to take him to the after hours doctor while our big girl stayed with them. Thankfully and gratefully, he was fine, alert and his usual self by the time we got to the clinic. We didn't even need to see the doctor because the nurse cleaned his wound and revealed a tiny puncture mark. Unbelievable how a tiny head wound can cause so much blood flow. Will keep an eye out for concussion symptoms but so far he seems his usual self. His guardian angel sure has his work cut out for him, everyday.
The husband and I are simply relieved to be done with the day. And I'm grateful for our neighbours who jumped into action to help us dress the wound and were so available for us in our time of need.
I don't deal well with the sight of blood. The husband says that if he had been the woman and given birth four times, I would have fainted four times. A little bit of an exaggeration, I'm sure, but he's not too far from the truth. Yikes!
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