Paul is leaving town, another emergency...

...room visit. On Friday night I wasn't feeling well, so I went to bed early after getting sick. Saturday, still not feeling well so I let Paul have a day with his kids in the backyard and the neighbor's dogs. I was laying in bed about 10:30 am when I heard an awful sound. I jumped up and ran to the window, Paul was running to the back door, carrying jack whose face was full of blood. I ran down the stairs, grabbed Jack from Paul and took him to the bathroom. We washed off the blood, got the bleeding to stop and surveyed the damage. Jack had been bitten by our neighbors dog. In the head above his right eye and on his left hand. It looked awful so we threw him into the car and headed to the ER. He got 2 stitches in his head and two in his hand. I wanted them to call the plastic surgeon to do the stitches in his head - didn't want to mess up his perfect face, but the Doc assured me he would still be beautiful when he healed, so a agreed. Jack was a trooper. He got the stitches in his head with minimal screaming, the ones in his hand were another story. Because of the tearing, it took a little longer and a couple extra shots of lidacane. I cried as hard as he did. I'm sure the Doc thought I was a freak, but that is MY baby. We spent the rest of Saturday recuperating and trying to manage the pain. Sunday was a day of movies and quiet time at home. This morning, Paul is on a flight to Jersey. Jack is being a trooper about his head and hand. Ellis is being the perfect little sister, helping him get what he needs and keeping him company in the potty. Deep breath...