In the ER, or Happy Birthday, Mum - Part II.
Did I say he was really ok? Only until 2 o' clock in the morning, when our son woke us and asked to be taken to hospital. It didn't look too comfortable; he'd blown his nose, which bled, and the eye had suddenly started hurting badly and swelling visibly by the minute. I didn't need to be asked... Sign in to see full entry.