Poor Matt

The day after Thanksgiving, Matt was changing the tires on our minivan. I was laying on the couch watching a movie with the girls when he ran up to our front windows and banged on them, then pointed to the garage door. I went to the door and he ran in with his hands cupped under his face. He ran over to the sink and was so disorientated with what had happened. He knew he was bleeding, obviously, but had no idea how bad the injury was or where it was coming from.

He was changing the tire and somehow the tire iron slipped and hit him right in the nose :( It was bleeding like crazy and the worst part about it was that we couldn't go to the hospital because our minivan was jacked up and there was a tire off of it. I ran to our neighbors to see if they could watch the girls and also called my sister in law, mom and sister. Our neighbors weren't home but my sister was and luckily was able to come over to watch the girls so I could take Matt to the hospital. There was no way he would have been able to drive - the bleeding hadn't stopped yet.

Poor Matti needed 6 stitches on his nose :( Knock on wood, that's the first time anyone in our family has needed stitches because of an injury. I hope it's our last, too!