Harry Potter - The Boy Who Lived

It was Saturday, October 1st.  My friend Camilla and I were delivering some General Conference packages for our sisters for visiting teaching and Marc was graciously watching all of the children.  It was the first nice and cool day in forever, so Marc opened up all of the windows and doors.  I believe all of the children have been missing gymnastics because each day their use of our home as a gym increases - more flips, more splits, more running and jumping and throwing bodies everywhere.

Campbell likes to climb to the top of a chair and he throw his body and free fall to the glass door where he would catch himself and push himself back upright.  He has done this numerous times, but always with the door shut.  He didn't realize that Marc had opened up that door so when Campbell went to do his free fall from about 8 feet up, he slammed his face into the concrete outside.

There was a lot of blood.  His forehead was just split open and just pouring out blood and his nose was bleeding and it was just running down his face and chin.  Poor Marc had all of the children and trying to stop the blood and contact me.  Coleman called me and left such a sweet little message on my cell phone.  He was very calm.  By the time I got home, about 30 minutes later, the blood had stopped gushing and all of the other kids were playing a game in the other room.  Camilla was sweet enough to stay with all of the kids while Marc and I took Campbell to the emergency room.

Campbell was so brave.  He wasn't crying.  He answered all of their questions.  They had to do a CT scan which thankfully came out normal.  Campbell's biggest fear was the stitches.  He just didn't want to get them.  So with each step of needing to do something he would ask, "Is it time for stitches?"  And I would say, "Not yet."  And he would nod and remain calm.  But when I had to say, "Yep, buddy, it is."  The tears just flowed - which made the blood start to flow - right out of his head and run down into his ears and into his hair.

The worst part was the shot.  They had to numb it of course, so they shot him about 6 times all around the cut. I was laying across his body, holding his hands and the assistant guy was holding his head still and the doctor just kept giving him shots.  One shot caused the blood to overflow and run down his face, pooling in Campbell's eyes.  This of course resulted in more screams and tears as he shouted, "It's in my eyes!  It's in my eyes!"  So I told him that they were going to clean the blood right up.  And he said, "No, the stuff is in my eyes and it's burning!!!" Poor thing.  They quickly cleared it out of his eyes and began the stitching.  Campbell was able to relax and talk about the movie Rango, which we had watched for our Movie Night and he was soon walking out the door with 5 neat stitches.