I realize that as cliche as my life with all these boys can be, I thought perhaps the endless visits to the ER might in some way pass us by. This is William's third visit for stitches - the second for this
exact spot. He was playing soccer at school and fell on the concrete and split his eye. I wish I had gotten a photo
pre-stitches, because it was pretty grotesque. He was really brave. The doctor said he was the best patient he had ever had. We were at the hospital for about 3 hours and about 45 minutes of that was getting these 11 stitches! He never moved. I am so proud!!!
We have a few years yet, but maybe one day we will watch him on TV - though, it could not be more entertaining than watching these 5-8 year olds play. It was absolutely hysterical... there was an utter lack of respect for the whole "dribbling" thing. It was pretty much optional.
William was actually pretty good. He was one of two kids on the team that could dribble, and he made a bunch of baskets. He did get a case of the nerves a couple of times, but he always got over it.
Getting direction from Coach Lou!
This is the day of his last game. He did not want to come, because this was the day after getting 11 stitches, but we convinced him he wouldn't want to miss it. He fought us the whole way there, but then ended up playing 3 quarters of the game. Now he is getting his trophy and pictures. . . that's all they care about anyway (and the treat)!
