Every August the Higgins family gathers for the Blairs Valley Picnic. It's something that they've been doing for almost a century. It's one of those family traditions that holds a lot of fun memories. It's held by my grandfather's childhood church at their picnic grounds. They have live gospel music, fun little toys to purchase, some of the best ice cream you've ever tasted and the best stream for catching crayfish.
The picnic is always a big hit with the kids because of the toys and ice cream, but especially because of the stream. In August of 2009 when we attended the picnic I was 7 months pregnant with the twins and Tate was just 18 months old. He was loving every minute of playing in the stream. After a couple of minutes he got adventurous and walked off from my dad and Nathan. When he climbed out of the stream he fell and cut his hand on a rock.
After taking a look at the cut my mom decided that it needed stitches. We left Nathan with my Aunt Pam while my parents went with Tate and I to the Emergency Room. I really expected this to be a horrible experience but Tate shocked us all by remaining calm. We were so lucky to have a wonderful nurse who also happened to be the mom of one of my high school friends! Carla was really great at keeping me calm and making sure that Tate was taken care of. My dad held Tate while the doctor cleaned and stitched the wound. We were all amazed by his tolerance for pain! I was exhausted but so relieved that the whole thing had gone so much better than I ever could have imagined.
The picnic is always a big hit with the kids because of the toys and ice cream, but especially because of the stream. In August of 2009 when we attended the picnic I was 7 months pregnant with the twins and Tate was just 18 months old. He was loving every minute of playing in the stream. After a couple of minutes he got adventurous and walked off from my dad and Nathan. When he climbed out of the stream he fell and cut his hand on a rock.
After taking a look at the cut my mom decided that it needed stitches. We left Nathan with my Aunt Pam while my parents went with Tate and I to the Emergency Room. I really expected this to be a horrible experience but Tate shocked us all by remaining calm. We were so lucky to have a wonderful nurse who also happened to be the mom of one of my high school friends! Carla was really great at keeping me calm and making sure that Tate was taken care of. My dad held Tate while the doctor cleaned and stitched the wound. We were all amazed by his tolerance for pain! I was exhausted but so relieved that the whole thing had gone so much better than I ever could have imagined.
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