Our family's first experience with the emergency room

Yesterday the boys were starting to stack wood and I was hooking up the carpenter ant spray to the hose when I heard, "OW!" That is a common word around here, so I didn't think much of it. I looked up to see Seth holding his head, but still I was not alarmed. I started to fiddle with the hose, but when I heard Seth crying I immediately dropped what I was doing and ran to see him, as Seth crying is not a common occurrence. When I got to Seth (by now lying down on the ground) I noticed a LOT of blood on his hands and head. I yelled for Sarah (yelling because the lawn tractor was running) and turned off the tractor. Sarah thankfully heard me the first time and came running out. I told her to go get a clean towel and asked Seth if he thought he could walk. He said that he thought so and stood up, and it was then that he noticed the blood on his hands. He got a shocked look on his face and I tried to assure him that everything was ok, and that it always looks worse than it is. We made it inside and got Seth lying down on the couch (with a towel underneath him.) I had Sarah call a ambulance technician friend of ours, but she didn't answer. I sat with Seth and had him pull the towel away for a second so that I could see the wound. I've never seen a wound that needed stitches before, but after seeing the 1 inch long cut on his head split open as far as it was, I knew that he would need stitches. I called Steve to see where I should take him, as we've never dealt with this before! He called our doctor's office, which is 2 minutes away, but it was their lunch hour so they didn't answer. We decided that I should take him to the new emergency room nearby (about 18 minutes away.) Sarah helped Seth get into the van and lie down (on the towel.) She stayed home with Hannah Joy, Elias, Josiah, and Caleb. It seemed to me like it took an hour to get to the hospital. I knew that the cut was not a really big deal, but it was pretty traumatic to see all that blood and to see Seth hurt so badly. I prayed aloud for about half the ride, and then Tamora called to encourage us to go to the new emergency room as she had heard good things about it (just where we were headed!) I turned on a Christian radio station for the remainder of the ride (very thankful for that!) We arrived and Seth got to sit in a wheelchair while we waited about 15-20 minutes in the waiting room. The lobby made me feel like I was in a hotel. We finally got back to a room, and Seth's vitals were taken (temp was 96.4.) The doc confirmed that he would need stitches (not in the right place for the glue) and we waited some more. The gal who did the stitching was very good. She got Seth a purple popsicle and gave him some freezy spray to help him not feel the burning of the numbing medicine so much. I let him squeeze my hand during this part, which was the worst thing about the whole process. After that she stitched him up (3 stitches) and when that was over Seth was immediately relieved and chatting just like nothing happened. I think if it happened again he would hardly be nervous at all, since he knows it is not that bad of a process. He did a great job of being courageous...the Lord helped him and me! It took me awhile to shake it off, and I still don't like remembering the picture of Seth holding his head and so much blood all over his hands, head, shirt, legs, and shoes. What happened was that Josiah (who was supposed to be somewhere else) tossed a log onto the woodpile (he was not supposed to throw the wood onto the woodpile, but carry it over there and set it down) and it hit Seth, who was bending down to pick up a log. When Seth was asked what happened, he was always careful to say that what Josiah did was an accident, and tries not to even mention his name. Very thoughtful. We are so thankful that the wood did not hit Seth's eye, or do more damage than it did. Thank you Lord for helping us through this trial.