Honey, we broke the baby

We had our first major accident last night. While I was out with dorothy at swim lessons, david fed the boys dinner and then let them play in the front yard. Moments before we came home, reid fell down and split his lip, from his lip to his nose. Pretty deep.

So I get home, and david says to me, “we have a problem.” He’s got Reid on the kitchen table covered in paper towels trying to stop the bleeding. He wanted me to go with him to the office to stitch up Reid’s face. But there was no way that would work. So we called our friends Jen and Fred, he’s a cardiologist, and they have twins as well. David picked up Fred along the way and off they went. I bathed Dorothy and Adam, got Adam into bed, and read Dorothy her stories. All the while wondering how David and Reid were doing. 

I think David and I feel worse than reid. Poor david feels so guilty, and then feels even worse about having to hurt him more with the stitches. But he did a super job, and Reid isn’t bothered by the injury at all. He’s talking and eating and drinking…and running around. Just like he was yesterday.