My husband was stabbed on Christmas morning

I can't even begin to imagine sewing MYSELF up!!! Oh my! Glad that there was "a doctor in the house"!!!

Yes... well, my preference is to sew material. :-/

Now, that's a low key response - bandage your own leg up and then off to the hospital to sew it up yourself!

Here's hoping that you make some less dramatic memories next year! :-)

Wilm

Yikes.

That sounds pretty scary.

This incident reminds me of the time one of the twins decided it would be fun to climb up to the very top shelf in his closet and then fell... gashing his head on the way down. My husband took him up to the hospital with my 2 older boys and sewed him up... 15 stitches. We nicknamed him "Little Franky." He is an identical twin so to help people at church figure out who they are talking to, Shane pulls up his bangs so they can see the scar. "S" for Shane... "S" for scar.

And then there was the time we had our pastor and his family along with one of the elders and his family over for the first time for lunch after church. We had just moved to the area and had not been attending the church very long. One of the elders sons (10 years old, I think) fell and gashed his knee fairly deeply. My husband said, "You have a choice... We either can go to the emergency room right now or I can get my surgical stitch kit out and sew him up right here."
My husband use to be an ER doc so he has alot of experience (and apparently continues to have ample opportunities) with stitching gashes.
They opted to stay in our home and have Jon stitch him up.
Then my husband said, "You have another choice... either we can eat first and stitch him up afterwards or we can stitch him up first and then eat. It won't hurt him to wait because it would be like sitting in the ER waiting room... except he'll get to relax and eat while he waits..."
We left it up to the boy with the gash... he was hungry, so we ate. Of course, Jon temporarily bandaged it up so we wouldn't lose our appetite.
You know how boys are... he LOVES the scar. He is very active and broke it open and had to have it restitched a couple more times. But he thought that was cool. That one took, I think, 18 stitches.

THese are just a few of the stories that have happened just within this past year. I have more stories... but I'll stop here and hope that Wilm's prayer comes true. THere are only so many dramatic memories this chic can take.

When I read your headline, I thought you were going to say he was stabbed in surgery by a surgeon's scalpel.....sigh.....see how my mind works?

When I was in college, I had a final exam due for my art class, and our assignment was a 3-D drawing. I chose to draw lifesize cardboard cutouts of the Beatles. I was running out of time, and trying to get the figures finished in time, which meant an all-nighter. Around 3 a.m. or so, I was cutting out Paul McCartney's figure, and since I was getting in a hurry, I got a little careless and sliced my left hand open. It was pouring blood, and I REALLY needed to go in to the ER and get stitches, but I knew that I'd never get my exam completed if I left and went to the hospital, so I applied pressure until the bleeding let up, then I taped it up and finished my project. (Hey, I was 18 years old; my priorities were out of whack, LOL!!)

Owwee!! How did Brandon do? It sounds like he is getting lots of practical experience, with Dad doing all of this stitching. Medical school may end up being boring for him!

We had a Christmas ER experience one time, with Trey. It was when we lived in Tulsa and we had just gotten a new wooden outdoor playset for the kids (the one Andrea has now). Trey and Tessa were playing and Trey got mad at his sister for some reason. He took the trapeze bar and "threw" it at her, learning a very valuable lesson about pendulums that day. It came straight back and hit him in the face, making a gash right between his eyes. After we determined the extent of the injury, we pointed out to him that God had been merciful to him. If the trapeze bar had gone one way or the other just a quarter of an inch, he would have lost one of his eyes. However, God was also just, because he got JUST what he deserved for throwing it at Tessa! He is probably so tired of hearing that story by now, many years later. :-)

And, then of course there was last year's Christmas Eve ER trip I took, where I ended up being admitted for very low electrolytes and spent Christmas Day in the hospital. All my husband really wanted for Christmas this year was for me to stay away from the ER and I am thankful to say that God was merciful in allowing that!!

Now, let's get back to boring, OK?

Ouch! Seeing blood really freaks me out. Especially when Kerri fell and gashed her head open. Thank God, Jim was here and he took charge. One ER trip in the family is quite enough for me to handle! Kerri ended up with 5 stitches. I hope this taught a very good lesson to the girls to...not jump on the...couch.

Littlegal... I sometimes still have my priorities out of whack and I am almost 40. ugh.

SheShe... boring sounds good, but not likely CONSIDERING YOU HAVE LIKE OVER A DOZEN CHILDREN!!! I only have a half dozen. :-)

Julie... if only our children really would learn the first time around... before they get hurt. I told Shane so many times not to climb up to the top shelf of his closet along with providing consequences when I found him up there by giving him spankings and having him stand in the corner, then taking toys and privileges away... but until he fell and had to have stitches on his head, it didn't seem to sink in that maybe mommy was right after all.