I love Sundays, but I hope I don't have another one like this again any time soon. Church went fine until the last half-hour, when the nursery people brought Matthew to me. He had put up with not having "Momma Harris" and Katie there for long enough, and finally had a meltdown. He was done with nursery for the day.
We then went home, to Grandma's house for dinner, then back to church for tithing settlement. Joey's tooth was hanging by a thread, so thankfully Brother Draayer (a dentist) pulled it out for us. It bled for a little bit, but stopped very quickly. Unfortunately, that was not the end for us. Joey and Matthew went into the coat closet to see Matt's shoes light up. Then Matt shut the door (which I told him not to do), and kept the lights off. I heard a bang a few moments later, but thought they were just kicking the wall. I went in there to tell them to get out, and Matt was standing there by a chair, covered -- and I mean COVERED -- in blood. So was the chair. He was just wiping it off as it soaked his entire face. But he wasn't crying. He didn't even look bothered at all. He was just mad that I grabbed him and marched him to the bathroom. He wanted me to quit touching him, but that thing would not stop gushing. I had to have Haley come in and help clean up the sink (which turned from solid white to solid red) while I tried to stop the bleeding. I completely soaked half a roll of toilet paper, plus some napkins. We grabbed a bunch of toilet paper, and went back out into the foyer, where our dentist (Dr. Haslam -- yes, we have lots of dentists in our ward) was waiting. He helped us get the bleeding under control, and just before his nose finally stopped bleeding, a gigantic blood clot came out. It was like nothing I've ever seen before.
I don't think Matt has as many pain sensors as a normal human. He NEVER cries when he gets hurt, unless he whines because he thinks someone did something mean. I have a feeling we're going to be known at the ER very well.
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