One day while sitting around the house, Redick randomly started to cry, which isn't unusual. He walked in to Joy, said he had an ouch on his head, and Joy consoled him. He was fine, which is usually is after a kiss. 30 minutes later while getting ready to go to a movie, Cassia asked, "Red, why are you bleeding?" Joy and I both looked at each other and then at his head. He had a huge gash on the back of his head. We called up our pediatrician's office knowing that he wasn't going to be there, but the other doctor was (they share an office). So we went down and the doctor decided that it would be best to glue it rather than to stitch it up. What is really annoying about this doctor is that he tries to be so nice to everyone. He annotates everything after each visit, which is normal. He talks into his portable recorder as follows, "Redick was soooo good today in his visit. His whole family came down with him, which really shows that his family loves him. His brother was here and was VERY concerned with Redick's welfare. His sister was here too, showing that she cared for Redick's well-being as well." It makes me what to puke. Luckily he isn't our normal doctor.
So probably an hour after we got home from the movies (Saw Madagascar 2 - dumb, but the kids liked it), his head was still bleeding. We called up my mom and made an appointment to go down the next day and see what we could do. We went down the next day and our normal pediatrician tried to get as much glue out as he could, and then because the wound was too old to stitch, he had to put staples into his head. So he brings out this little stapler and begins to staple together the skin. It's really kind of odd. We called him Frankenstein for about a week until he got them out. He'll have a really great scar though and a great story to tell his grandkids.
We still don't know what happened, but we think he fell and hit the corner of a speaker. Here's the gory details: