(Hopefully not very) scarred for life

I could probably tell this story much more dramatically and in detail, and I may later, but I'm not feeling up for it now, so just the basics.

projectmothra decided to run toward the big metal bench in front of Chili's after lunch today, and tripped and whacked himself into it, and when I picked him up he was screaming and dripping blood down over his eye and face. It wasn't as bad as i thought initially -- once I got him to nurse and calm down, and I wiped a lot of blood out of the way, I was able to see that he hadn't actually hurt his eye, but that he'd split his eyebrow open fairly deeply. So instead of the 3rd birthday party we were supposed to be at this afternoon, we ended up in the emergency room.

Rhys has got a lidocaine-swollen eye and eight stiches now, and he's acting fairly cheerful, playing games with his dad on the computer. The stitch-getting was much worse than the initial injury, or course. I've heard other moms nursing toddlers that having that as a tool in the emergency room was helpful, and now having experienced that, I definitely agree.

I'm still kind of freaked out, but everything's really pretty much okay. Hopefully if I am meticulous about keeping the area sunsceened for the next while, he won't have too much scarring, and if he ends up with bushy eyebrows like his mom they will likely mostly cover the scar in any case.

So much for getting his 2-year-old portraits done tomorrow, though.