Saturday Little Kevin was jumping around in my BIL's motor home at the race track and hit his face on the wood trim of a sofa. His face started bleeding profusely and right as it happened and 300 MPH race car just took off. I was screaming bloody murder and no one could hear me. Finally I was able to walk out of the motor home with Kevin in my arms and one of my BIL's employees saw me. He immediately walkied for a paramedic and my husband (who was working on the track). The blood was like nothing I have ever seen before. I was covered from head to toe as was Kevin. Turns out he split the bridge of his nose open. Right now it is very swollen and bruised so they want to wait. I honestly thought he cracked his skull open and he was going to die. He never cried and was a trooper through it all. Poor Becca was outside with Aunt Laurie when it happened and she came back to the motor home to see her brother full of blood and me hysterical. The paramedics and firemen were wonderful and patched him up well enough to go to the ER. They used dermabond to close it rather that stitches because of the location. Thank God for Candice because without her I would have really flipped out. She called Kevin when it happened and I guess she didn't realize she got his voice mail. He now has the frantic message from Candice with me in the background screaming forever. What a weekend.
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