Spotlight Hog

Zora was born on a Sunday morning.  Monday was Memorial Day so Greg's parents took the older three kids to Greensboro to hang out with their cousins.  Tuesday Greg got up with Rex for school, made Rex's lunch and put rex on the bus then took the middle two to my friend's house to play for the day.  She also brought dinner that night (thanks Lexy!)   Repeat Wednesday and Thursday.  Things were going great.  My friends were taking care of my kids and bringing me dinner and oogling over my baby and telling me how great I look.  Apparently Greg couldn't handle all the attention I was getting.

Flash forward to Thursday afternoon.  Greg had taken Henry out for an adventure.  I took advantage of a sleeping baby and empty house and got in the shower.  As I'm getting out, Henry waltzes in and says, "Dad cut self."  Not thinking anything of it, I continued with my post shower routine (Greg very often hurts himself).  Then I hear Greg calling him from the living room, so I put a towel on walked out to see what Greg needed.  I found him laying on the couch.  He said, "Ok, I'm holding my leg together.  I'm going to let go.  I want you to tell me how bad it is."  He let go; I looked; and for the first time in my life, I told someone they needed to go to the Emergency Room (I'm usually a put-some-butterfly-bandages-on-it type of person).  Greg called his mom to take him to urgent care.  They ended up having to go to three different urgent care centers to find one that did stitches and took our insurance.  He ended up with five huge stitches.  How did he do it, you ask.  He was on an adventure in the backyard with Henry, so naturally took his machete with him.  He stuck it in some wood, then, thinking he was being attacked by fire ants, he pulled the machete out and in the process hit himself right below the knee.  He thinks he hit the bone.  I don't disagree.  It was pretty deep.

We were a perfect mess that night.  Greg couldn't bend his leg but still wanted/needed to clean the office because my mom was coming the next day.  I was attached to a nursing baby.  By the end of the night, Greg's knee was bleeding again and looked like he'd stuck a golf ball under his stitches.  Luckily Alice is a vampire so Greg told her where to put everything and she put it away.

Luckily my mom's flight got in early the next morning and she drove home from the airport after Greg somehow managed to drive to the airport.

He took the stitches out a few days ago.  He's also managed to ride the mountain bike trail a few times without reopening his wound.  

I'm working on forgiving him for stealing my spotlight.