My boy got his first stitches

We spent Tuesday night in the ER. Tuesday started as a rotten day. I tried to get the kids to go to bed early, feed and watered them. Jammies on and in bed. About 20 minutes later I hear a crash and my son comes running out holding his head saying he needed a bandaid. His hands were covered in blood as was half his face. I freak, I stopped myself ran to the bathroom pulled the tissue roll off the wall and ran back. I laid him down and started to clean. Had to figure out how bad it was. After a roll of tissue and a few baby wipes, I had a scared little boy with a hole in his head. He told me it hurt. It was big enough I thought it would need stitches. So I took new puppy, slung him in cage, grabbed shoes and coats and we were out the door. We run out and its snowing! Well I'm in a new country with no car, so we have to wait for taxi in the snow. Then get to ER to wait 3 hours with nothing to do and two kids. Finally he was cleaned, which he hated. Then they wrapped him like a burrito with one soldier holding him in his burrito and another holding his head. The soldier doc gave him some lidicane(numbing stuff). After that he was my little hero. He sat perfectly still on his own while he got his first two stitches.
His sister was busy telling everyone Xander's bleeding. (thanks kid) And mom was taking tons of pictures with her blackberry. I took so many I killed my phone! I couldn't miss it. But getting a taxi home was horrible. He has been fine since. He tells everyone they "pitched him up" and he pinches his little fingers together right above his band aid.