Another Chaotic Adventure at the Chambers

Collin is a drama king.
So when he ran into the house screaming that Talin was bleeding I was in no rush. I casually made my way to the back porch, certain it was nothing.
But there was Talin, pale as death, calm as death and bleeding like a faucet from his left hand.
I don't panic.
But I've never experience this kind of blood loss. The faucet kind.
I panicked. Blood was pooling in his chair, it was all over his clothes and the cement.
I got it together and ripped his shirt off to apply pressure to the wound and yelled at Collin to get dad and to tell him it was an emergency.
Talin I think was in shock. His response to the situation was creepy, "Can you just get me a bandage mom, it doesn't even hurt."
Are you kidding me???!
Can I just say, thank goodness Tom is a doctor? It was divine intervention that led him to medical school.
He was calm, cool and collected.
He gathered his collection of medical supplies and got to work.
Collin was in a state of adrenaline excitement. He decided to document the whole gruesome procedure.
He would yell at Tom before snapping the picture, "now show me your medical face!".

Looks a little pale huh? I hope he didn't need a blood transfusion or anything. He was feeling a little nauseous at this point. So was I.

Once again. I love my husband.

Two stitches for that gaping nasty wound.

Comfort from mom.

And those two little dots on his hand are his stitches.

Thank goodness for my awesome Tom.

And here's the story behind the self inflicted flesh wound.

Talin was given a pocket knife for his eighth birthday last April.

Tom had spent time with him teaching knife safety, he even passed it off in his cubscout book.

Tom and I felt confident that he was ready to have his own knife, we both received our first knife at that age.

We didn't allow Talin to keep the knife, it was kept with Tom's things and was only aloud to come out when Talin was in the backyard, and Caleb was sleeping.

Sad boy was working on a present for me out of a piece of wood.
I guess that's when he forgot knife safety and plunged it into his palm.

And that's the story.

I feel guilty.