I had gone into work early in the morning, hoping to get quite a bit done as I had planned to go home in the afternoon and start cleaning the house.
Generally, I try to take one day out of the week to clean up the place. With our hectic schedules, more than one day is not easy.
As I sat in the office, working on a story, my phone rang.
It was our daycare.
The person on the line explained to me James David had fallen while carrying a large toy around the daycare room.
He fell on the toy, and split his lip open.
As the person continued with the conversation, all I wanted to do was hang up the phone and take off for daycare. I wanted to make sure my son was OK.
The person explained to me everything that happened and after the conversation, I took off.
Upon arrival, Merry was at the facility, waiting for me. James David was in her arms and seemed to have this, "wow, you're both here," look on his face.
Yet, he also seemed to be concerned.
To be honest, he's lucky he didn't take a chunk out of his lip. It appears as he slipped, he hit the toy with his chin, and one of his teeth went through his lip.
It was determined we should take him to the doctor to find out if he needed stitches.
While I didn't say anything, I was quite aware he was going to need them.
He ended up needing three.
Friday afternoon was one of the most difficult days of my life. As the doctor readied to begin the procedure, James David had to be strapped down so he would not move.
Merry, myself and another doctor held him as tight as we could.
The procedure was on.
He cried and cried and cried. And I had tears in my eyes. It was painful, seeing him there helpless, screaming for his "mama."
Now, my son has battle scars.
And they will probably not be his last.
But situations like that will never be easy.