Patrick came into my room at midnight saying he had a bloody nose. I went back to his room with him and turned on the light, he had a supper bad nosebleed in his sleep. This in itself is not unusual, he has frequent nosebleeds due to asthma and medicines he is on. There was blood everywhere. All over his white pajama top, bed, pillow, floor, bathroom door, carpet, sink, tub you name it. He had tried to clean it up a little in his sleep groggy state.
I cleaned him up and sent him back to bed after covering it with towels. He did not change his PJ's.
Craig got up around 1 to check on him. He came back into the bedroom asking where Patrick was. The hunt began, we checked his room, the closet, the kitchen yelling out, all lights on in the house are on now. Our house is not that big. Ali hears us and starts crying, Craig and I are panicking, Craig checked the garage and cars. We could not find him anywhere and he was not answering us.
I put Ali on my bed and call 911. Craig is now rechecking every closet room and cabinet. The windows and doors are all locked. I am explaining to the dispatcher what the problem is and what Patrick was last seen wearing. When I was describing what Patrick was wearing... Bloody white pajama top, Aggie pants and no shoes... All I could think of is the police coming to help us look and finding all of the blood and arresting us. Not to mention finding Patrick in his blood soaked pajamas with dried blood in his hair.
Alison was listening to me when she felt our bed move. That crazy kid had crawled under our bed between our luggage and fallen asleep. 911 has a great tape of a panicky mother, and then Alison yelling that Patrick had been found. They kept asking if I was OK, and if they needed to send a police car over anyway. Craig and I were so worked up that we could not go back to bed and I was not sure the police weren't going to come over just in case.
For those of you wondering, no I did not take any pictures. I have no experience taking pictures of crime scenes. I am sleep deprived enough, that I may go tape off his room and bathroom with yellow curling ribbon until I have time to clean up the rest of the blood. I hope that the kids (plus my extra nephews) operate on slow motion today, because I sure am.