Our poor little toota bug has had a ruff day today (July 29). He fell face first on the corner of my sister's big bird cage. That is a phone call I never want to receive again that your baby might need stitches. It really scares you right to death! Lucky my fantastic niece Brycie was there with him when it happened and jumped right into mother mode with no hesitation and took care of him. She is like his other mother and I am so grateful she was there with him. When I made it to the house and walked in the door I stayed calm but was panicking inside. I do not do well in any bad situation plus I have a queasy tummy. Poor Ryker has a wuss for a mommy!
On our way to the ER



I was walking in and out of the room bawling my eyes out hearing my little one cry so I was no help at all.







I know I am a mother to a BOY but I do not know if I can handle this.... I know this is only the first of all sorts of injuries but can I just PLEASE keep him in a bubble?
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