About a year ago, one of my sisters was in town visiting for a few days. I had finished lunch with the kids and had been down in my craft room for a few minutes, working with my sister to photograph items for her Etsy shop... when I heard a serious cry of pain from my third child. He is a sensitive little guy and tends to cry easily and frequently, but I knew something was definitely wrong. I dashed up the stairs. As I rounded the banister I see my son kneeling on the floor, blood dripping from his face and a puddle of blood on the carpet. Unlike my other sister who was an ICU nurse for years, I get queasy over the smallest little injuries, even paper cuts. If I could I'd always leave the injuries to another adult to field. In any case, I knew that I needed to be as calm as possible to figure out what was going on. And though I was somewhat composed I was still very panicky. My daughters, who ha...