I heard screaming coming from outside yesterday and knew that something bad had happened.  There is screaming, and then there is SCREAMING, you know?

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I heard my hubby’s voice saying ‘You’re ok, you’re ok buddy, sit here, you’re ok.’

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Then I heard ‘Whoa!  Let’s go in the house, come on, let’s go, quick…’

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The screaming kept on.  I decided to let hubby handle it, as normally I would rush to intervene and he would lose his nursing opportunity and quickly escape.

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When Gregory finally came to see me, where I had been resting with a headache, he had ice on the bridge of his tiny little nose.  I was afraid to look.

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All I knew was that he had been playing hockey on the driveway with his big brothers, and took a hockey stick to the face.  Considering that he is five years old and his brothers play hockey constantly outside, we are lucky that this hadn’t happened sooner.

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After some prompting he moved the icepack so I could take a peek.  The bridge of his nose, right between his eyes was swollen to three times its normal size and there was a deep purple, diagonal line going across his forehead down between his eyes.

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By bedtime, it was looking better and his eye was not turning black.  Even so, his brothers and sisters were very impressed with his injury…There’s nothing like an injury to raise your status in our household.  Gregory looks a tough guy now, and no one has called him Mr.Mama since.