Do not answer the door for guests screaming your husband's name for help as you're carrying a preschooler who is screaming and bleeding profusely from the head.
The doorbell rang and as I got up to answer the door, Little M fell into the corner of the end table. I opened the door and looked back and he was sitting there crying. I ran over to him while shouting, "Come in!" and blood was pouring down his face. I started screaming for Big M to come down while also shouting at my poor guests to come in.
So here's a fellow RichmondMommies.com member and her husband distracting Shaggy while I lay my son out on the dining room table and try to catch the blood and calm Little M and myself.
Everything is okay. Little M has a bandaid and has informed us that his head is broken. It's a deep cut but didn't require stitches.
But I must admit, it took a good hour for my heart to stop racing.