
The other night Graham woke me up with his hysterical crying. I walk into his room to see what was going on, and as my eyes adjusted to things in the dark I saw that things did not look right. Pretty soon I realized that his face was covered in blood. I have only seen bloody noses like that in the movies. So we finally got him calmed down, and that helped to stop the blood flow, but he didn't want to go back to bed, and the nurse told me to keep him close to me. So he and I sat downstairs and watched a movie. At one point, the light in our foyer went out, it's just something that it does due to loose wires or something. Anyway, Graham got up and said uh oh! Then he went over to the stairs and tried to get the light to come back on, and stay on. After he finished, he ran back over to where I was lying on the couch, climbed up, and you guessed it, threw his hands in the air and said ta da! (The picture taken was after we had gotten things to stop, and wiped his face a little bit. Hope you don't get squeamish at the sight of blood.)
1 comment:
Oh my goodness...that's awful, poor thing!
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