Everyone Knows I'm In Over My Head

I heard a loud crash and then silence so I ran into the bedroom to make sure Grady and Shawn were alright. Grady was sitting on the bed, happily chatting away, but Shawn was lying down, groaning, blood pouring out between the fingers he had clasped against his forehead. I've never seen that much blood in real life.

I am squeamish. I look away during the bloody parts of Grey's Anatomy and I cover my eyes during CSI. Violent movies rated higher than PG-13? I don't watch them. Books with graphic violence or gore? I skip ahead and don't read the disturbing passages. I accidentally saw a quick glimpse of the Sons of Anarchy tattoo-burny-offy scene when Shawn was watching it and I literally screamed from shock and then dreamt about it for a week. I have a weak stomach and my nerves are laughable.

The following half an hour is a blur. Somehow I managed to get ice and a towel on Shawn's head, call Shawn's mom and ask her to come babysit Grady, and drive Shawn to the hospital without vomiting or fainting. I don't remember any of it.

The emergency room was a mess. A full moon and fireworks season and a nearby gang-related shooting contributed to the crazy. We sat for hours, Shawn bleeding from the head and me coming down from the adrenaline rush. We made it home about three hours after we left. Shawn's got a headache and he'll definitely have a sexy forehead scar but he's okay (and he got his tetanus booster so ... silver lining?)

We have (had) a large picture hanging over our bed (like 5ish feet by 3.5ish feet.) Grady was puttering about while Shawn watched television and somehow managed to climb up on the pillows high enough to reach the picture frame. He pulled it off the wall and somehow managed to escape being hit (thank you, higher being) when it crashed down ... onto Shawn's forehead. We are so lucky. We're lucky it didn't hit Grady. We're lucky it didn't fall 2 inches lower and hit Shawn's eye. We're lucky we live so close to the hospital. We're lucky that every part of last night's ordeal was covered by our awesome Canadian health insurance. I mean, obviously I feel a little luckier than the guy with the super-glued forehead lump and the pounding headache but I think we can both agree that last night could have been a lot worse.

Now please excuse me while I go baby-proof our already baby-proofed home (seriously - Grady is the master of disaster. All baby-proofing tips are welcome!)