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Wasn’t it inevitable? Michael and I decided to go away for the night to celebrate our 6th anniversary. This was our first night without G, but we left him in the capable hands of our house helpers. They watch him every day while we are in school so they know the drill, know the house, and even do a load of laundry or two while babysitting. Not to mention the fact that G gets along with them really well. As we were sitting down to dinner, I got a phone call that G had fallen down, had a small cut, and “boleh dijahit di bidan sistwanti (can he be stiched at the midwife’s?).”  To which I replied: “No. First call our friends so they can stop by and decide if he needs stitches or just super glue.” I would rather him not go  through the trauma of facial sutures without me. We jumped on our motorbike for a quick and cold 30 minute ride back to the house. We pulled into the driveway just in time to tuck him into bed after convincing him to take off his blood soaked shirt (he was kind of proud of it). It really must have been quite a crime scene as there were blood stains everywhere. We tried to assure the ladies that they had done a wonderful job. And when all was settled down here, we reluctantly returned to finish our uneaten dinner, and enjoy our already paid for cabin.

We got back early this morning and let our helpers go home and rest. I think they are way more traumatized than G. We opened up his bandages this morning to see that he maybe should have been sewn after all, but we’ve got a butterfly on it hoping that will help. Good thing he’s a boy, and boys consider scars cool (or so I’m told).