Gentle as a Freight Train

This is the day after.
Friday night TK split open his eyebrow. He did it at the neighbor's house, while a babysitter was there, of course. The poor teenage girl. She was a trooper, she had it all cleaned up and a baggie full of ice on it, by the time she brought him over to us. Plus TK was all calmed down and didn't seem to be hurting at all? She really got the worst of it, the blood and the crying. I took one look at it and knew we were headed in for stitches. He wailed when he realized we were going to the Dr. 'Noooooo, I don't want to go to the Dr.!'
Why, I said, and he replied/whined, 'I don't waaaant a SHOT'!
A big 'ole shot, and 11, (ELEVEN!) stitches, and another shot later... (because the first one wasn't enough for the edges). Here is my little Frankenstein.
These first two pictures were taken the day after. I think I'm happy to report that it did not dawn on me to grab the camera for shots of the actual trauma. I did take a cell phone shot in the waiting room during some relative calm. (But I can't figure out how to download the pictures from the phone)
How's this for a sad shot? We're back from church. This is the second day after the trauma and in order to go outside he MUST have a hat on (Doctor's orders). But we don't have a boy hat. Only this girly hat. And although in this shot he seems annoyed about the hat...he isn't. He is annoyed with me taking another picture. He doesn't mind the hat at all! I promise we are going to Target--I know, I only made one week--for a hat for him, it's an emergency, I swear!
Here's a close up today. I was trying to document the green and orange bruising. Notice just how jaggeddy the scar is going to be. Ahhh, my little boy.