Oh Bryce...

Yesterday, while Ryan was at meetings before church, I amazed myself by getting all four kids ready for church with time to spare. In that spare time, Bryce decided to carve his name into a cardboard box with his swiss army knife ~ only when he got to the C the blade came down on his right pointer finger. I wasn't sure whether to take him to the ER until I saw how flappy it was and then I knew he would need stitches. UGH.

We got right in to see a Dr. ~ I guess Sunday morning is a slow time at the ER. Everything was ok, aside from anxiousness from Bryce. As the Dr. started numbing Bryce up, I began to feel woosey. Before I knew it, I slumped over face first onto a pillow. Then I remember slumping in to the Dr.'s chest and thinking it was a really nice pillow. The next thing I remember I woke up in a hospital bed and someone threw a warm blanket over me ~ apparently I was the second fainter for our Dr. that morning.

Bryce did get his stitches and he seems to be fine now.