45 Seconds Later

This afternoon I went outside with the boys for a few minutes while they took out the trash. Christian, Jackson and William were running around playing, and I snapped a couple pictures before walking inside. This is the last one I took. Christian was running to the back yard to get a stick they found earlier. About 45 seconds after this, he slipped, fell and hurt his knee. William came running for us, and we raced back to check on him. I was thinking he hit it on a rock or something and bruised it, but when I ripped those jeans open his poor knee was much more than bruised. We still aren’t sure what he hit, but it tore his knee apart and we could see bone. Scott scooped him up and we rushed to the ER. Because it was such a mess, they couldn’t really stitch it back together, it’s more tacked down with 9 or 10 stitches. Doesn’t that sound gross? Well, it kinda was. He’s home, he’s fine, and his knee is okay. I tried to explain how scars are cool, but as brave as he was tonight, I don’t think he’s ready to associate anything cool with this ordeal just yet. We’ll have to give him some time.