Face Dive

On Thursday afternoon Uta took a flying face dive over the handle bars of Papa H's bike and landed in the ER. He's OK, just bloodied and bruised. Luckily this happened in front of Uta's school and he was quickly ushered to the nurse's office to assess the damage and await a taxi to the hospital. I did not witness the accident but instead got the phone call all Mom's dread... Papa H calling to say meet us at the hospital, Uta wailing his head off in the back ground. That was probably the longest subway ride of my life. He's got a pretty nasty abrasion across his face, and a smashed finger that's tripled in size and blue. But nothing broken, no head trauma. We are on a steady course of bandage changing, keeping things clean, and antibiotic creams.