I think my exact words to Hubby was, "Ohmygod!!! Daddy!!! We gotta get him to the hospital!!! NOW!!" He jumped up, ran over, looked at his ear, and told me get everything together. While in the process of getting Sissy to put her clothes and shoes on, grabbing Bubba some clothes, throwing my shoes on, grabbing Hubby's sandals, grabbing coats and a blanket to wrap Bubba in, I was on the phone calling my aunt...who is a nurse...and my parents.
My aunt met us at the hospital, and I am glad she did. The doctor told Hubby that they could give Bubba some medicine to be able to stitch him up, but that it would leave him in a catatonic state...uh, NO! So instead the strapped him down to a Papoose Board. Neither Hubby or I could stand being in there with him, screaming, so my aunt went in there with him. When they needed us back there, she stayed with Sissy.
3 stitches and about 2 hours later, we are home, and I am still shaken up! Bubba is sleeping peacefully right now, and I am hoping and praying that he sleeps okay tonight.
Here is some pics of this memorable occasion...

(The dark bloody spot, is the top of where he ripped it. If you look closely, you can see the bottom part of the rip...just hanging! Gross, I know!)

(3 Stitches later)

(They wrapped his head so that he wouldn't pull at the stitches!)





poor baby!!
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