How many trips to the ER before you get a social worker?

Kidding.

I used to work for DSS and already know the answer....

Today I took my kids and Andrew to the neighborhood park. We were there for less than five minutes when Sam started yelling, "Mommy, I got a boo boo!"

I looked over at him. He was just standing there, holding his head. He hadn't fallen and he didn't sound too upset, so I gave my standard, "You're okay buddy. Just shake it off!" and continued taking pictures of Grace on the slide.

I'm the worst mother in the world. As he walked towards me, I noticed a ridiculous, make my knees feel weak and my stomach turn, amount of blood running down the side of his face. I thought I was going to pass out. Sam looked at me and started crying, "Is it really bad mommy?"

I tried to look and see how big the cut was, but couldn't. So I wrapped my sweatshirt around his head and walked to a friends house. We took turns cleaning the wound and sitting with our heads between our knees. At one point, I went outside and PIMMALed (Puked In My Mouth A Little). I know, I should have been a triage nurse...

Through it all, Sam was fine. He was alert, talking to the other kids and making plans to go back to the park. I called the doctor and told him something like, "I don't know what he hit, I didn't see anything near him that could have done it....I have no idea how big or deep it is, because I can't look at it without feeling like I'm going to pass out. It has stopped bleeding though..."

Three hours in the ER with three kids and two stitches later (stitches that I couldn't be in the room for) we are home. Grace is sleeping and Sam is still mad that we didn't go back to the park. The kid is tough. From what I've heard, he didn't even wince.