Today, I'm grateful to be married to the man who kicks into high gear when I am panicked and disoriented. namely, when there's blood involved. Charlotte had an unfortunate run-in with a dog in front of Petsmart today that ended up with her face scratched, blood streaming down her cheeks and into her eyes. I was paralyzed by the horrifying thought that something may have happened to her sight. Matt was sweeping her up in his arms, cleaning her off with stacks of napkins, and convincing the store manager not to call 911.
I ended up at home with the other three kids, helplessly wringing my hands, eating stress foods and playing dr. mario. Matt was, well, playing Dr. Matt, getting Charlotte admitted to the ER, supervising her care, and cashing in on extra attention from a host of nurses he has treated with respect for the last two years. Charlotte came home in Matt's arms with neatly bandaged stitches (a measly 4 in total, despite the waterfalls of blood), a stuffed puppy, a popsicle stained tongue and grand stories about cupcakes and cartoons.