Well. We made it ten years. Ten years of boyhood before the first trip to the emergency room. Last night, my 10 year old son, Alex, suffered a dog bite to his bottom lip. Is there anything worse, Mom’s, than to see your child hurting? I doubt it.
I wasn’t outside last night when the bite occured but it sounds like my son tried to give a neighborhood dog a hug. Not a good idea. He didn’t know that some dogs don’t like hugs. Our dog loves them! He was bit and we were off to the ER. Three hours and 8 stitches later, we were back home and off to bed. What a brave little boy he was! Today, he’s a little worried about getting his stitches taken out because then he’ll lose his “coolness”. I assured him he would still be very cool.
Here’s a pic of the damage, if you can handle it.
I’m so just so thankful that he’s okay.