Off To The Hospital...Again

So there we were yesterday afternoon, enjoying an hour by the pool. I had my feet up reading a book while Niels and Carl splashed up and down on one of the gazillion inflatable toys they've been through since we moved here. Hubby had been out but I heard the car come back and it wasn't long before he joined the kids in the pool. Now we all know what boys are like - admittedly it took me a while to adjust having come from a family of all girls but basically if you get two or more males in any given space they just love to start wrestling each other and horsing around. As Niels likes to call it, having a bit of "tickle and rough". I swear he invented that phrase all by himself.

I buried my nose deeper in my book, relieved that Daddy was here this time to keep the kids entertained when suddenly there was the distinctive cry of a child in pain. I looked up and saw Niels floundering to the side of the pool, holding a hand over his mouth, and hubby standing with a look of extreme pain clutching the top of his head. This can't be good, I'm thinking.

I grabbed a towel and jogged over - it turned out that Niels had jumped into the pool, but instead of landing next to Daddy, he'd landed right on top of him. I was expecting blood and bits of teeth and tongue. Shit shit shit shit and he's got two adult teeth now, I bet they're damaged...I slowly prised his fingers open...and nothing! Finally found a tiny cut on the bottom of his chin and maybe two little drops of blood. Phew.

I turned to hubby who was still standing in the pool clutching the top of his head...and saw a thick red trickle of blood oozing through his hair, over his ear and down his arm. "Get out of the pool honey, you're bleeding".

"Aaah, he jumped right on top of me. Is he ok?"

"Get OUT of the pool honey, you're bleeding." By now I'm wondering, shit that blood isn't coming out of his ear, is it?

"Is Niels ok? Did he bite his tongue?" By now there are little red puffs of cloud appearing in the water where the blood is running off his elbow into the pool.

"GET.OUT.OF.THE.POOL. YOU.ARE.BLEEDING" (I mean what is this, brain damage??)

Hubby finally gets out of the pool, so I shoved him into the shower and washed away the blood, tracking back up until I found a pretty good sized split on top of his head. Hmmmm, looks like stitches are needed.

With the towel pressed firmly on his head I ushered everyone into inside. Niels was fine, just feeling bad for hurting his Dad. Once the kids were sorted I grab my camera, took a photo of hubby's wound and showed him. Time for hospital.

Once again the efficient Singaporean medical system had him fixed up (two stitches) and out the door within an hour or so. So now all three of them have been to the ER. Carl when he split his chin over when he fell over next to the pool and needed 4 stitches; Niels when he took up sword swallowing http://thesingaporesling.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-son-sword-swallower.html; and now hubby. They say trouble comes in threes so hopefully I'm immune.