I have been cursing all the tile in these Middle East houses since I arrived, knowing that certainly sooner than later they would be the cause of injury. We'd made it two and half years, I guess it was time.
Bode was running up the stairs to the bath tub not to long ago and tripped. Splitting his chin wide open. I knew the second I saw it, it was going to need a few stitches, it was pretty narly.
Wade, naturally was in the Kingdom. Thank goodness I had Oning. I'd have had to pack up a baby and Tess and a blood gushing chin into my car, to rush off to the hospital right at bedtime and would have returned to a flooded house seeing as how I left the bath tub running in my panic to get out. I think all the time how blessed we were that nothing like that happened while we were living in Saudi. Wade gone, Iqbal gone for the day. And me, stranded with no car and no way to get my injured baby to a hospital. What a blessing.
My heart broke when my little three year old was lying down in the backseat, holding his own dish rag to his bleeding chin and crying saying, "mommy, slow down, it hurts!" and then again, when SO, SO brave, braver than I would have ever expected him to be, or even asked him to be, said while the Dr was stitching him, "mama, I'm afraid." My sweet boy. Loving him so much and perhaps because I was feeling dangerously woozy, laid down next to him on the table and held his arms down for the duration of the stitching.
We returned home with 5 stitches and a tired boy. He took great care over the next week to not let it get wet. He now has a scar and a story about how when he was 3, he fell on the tile stairs in his house in Dubai.
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Chin scars are awesome. Tell him they run in the Banks family. It's practically part of our heritage. I have a great story for mine and so does my dad! I like Bode's to and am so grateful for those tender mercies you spoke of in your families life.
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