Stitches

Super Z has 5 stitches above his eye. He was run over by a little girl on a bike Sunday evening. I am going to do my best to get a pic up here as soon as possible. He has a need to show off his injury. "Mom, did you put it on the computer so people can see it yet???"
He scared Randy, who was with him at the time, half to death. One minute he was in the dirt with a friend looking for rollie pollies and the next second half of his face was covered in blood and he was screaming like a maniac . According to Randy, his heart almost stopped at the sight.
All I saw was Randy in the van with Super Z in his lap yelling for a shirt. It took me a minute to register that his shirt was pressed against my son's bleeding head.
There is something so scary about the sight of your child injured. Even when you are pretty sure that it is nothing that a few stitches can't fix. I always think the worst. I always break into ten pieces on the inside. I can't even fathom how parents make it through the loss of a child. How do you not just curl up and die? I just don't know if I could be that strong.
Speaking of strong, Super Z did not cry at all when getting his stitches. I could not be more impressed. Even at 12 years old, I flat out panicked and refused to cooperate when I needed stitches. I am sure that my Mom wanted to kill me. Especially since she had to pay the ER bill anyway. I am glad that Super Z is not a baby like his Mom.