(Warning: graphic picture to follow.)
I ran to check her out but he was carrying her out the door. "Let me see," I said.
I held her in my lap for about an hour, applying pressure to the wound. She was content to watch TV and barely fussed. The worst part was that the melting ice dripped down her matted hair and caused a bloody puddle to form on the floor. The first level of my house totally looked like a crime scene! After a while, I checked the cut and noticed how small it actually was. It would have required no more than one stitch, if any were needed at all. A doctor friend said it sounded like she didn't need stitches after all. As long as we were able to stop the bleeding, she was going to be fine.
So that's what life around here has looked like. Again, I was the calm one in the situation while others around me flipped out. And again, I thanked God for giving me a calm disposition. A mother of four certainly needs that trait on her resume'.