5 Stitches and a fainting spell

On Saturday (14th) we were all enjoying a nice Saturday morning together until I hear a scream (from Nathan) and then Jeff pounding on the bedroom door. I had just stepped out of the shower when he walked in holding Nate tight to his chest. Jeff says to me, "I think we need to get him to the doctor." I turned Nathan's head towards me and all I saw was blood. He had it smeared all over the side of his face and ear, and it had been soaking into Jeff's shirt.
As I gathered my thoughts quickly, grabbed some clothing for myself, grabbed Emily and some shoes for her, then and a clean diaper (good for soaking up blood and not sticking to the skin). We all got in the car and left for Urgent Care. Thankfully, we live only 2 1/2 miles away and though Nathan had calmed down I did not clean up the blood (recommendation from mom-to get ahead in line quicker due to dramatic visuals). I walked into a waiting room filled with people (by the looks of them probably waiting several hrs, typical). I walked up to the counter and they took us back immediately. Nice.
Unfortunately, there was a teen ahead of us in the one surgical room and so we waited 45 minutes, not so nice.
Once inside, we had to wrap Nathan up in a blanket and Jeff went to the waiting room with Emily. The doc put in 5 stitches. So sad.
Friday I went back in to get the stitches removed from our Pediatrician. They also strapped him down--this time Nathan suspected what would be happening next. He freaked.
I bent over him to hold his body and to try and sooth him. The doc started to work on him...time seemed to go so slow. I could tell this was very uncomfortable for Nathan, he was bleeding and screaming like I had never heard before. It started to really bother me. I felt a bit dizzy (mind you I am not seeing what is happening, it's just knowing I cannot do anything for my son who sounds as though he was being tortured).
So, after the doctor says to the nurse, "These scissors are no good" she leaves to get different instruments, I felt frustrated and dizzy so I pull up a chair for myself.
Once I sat down and heard the doctor tell me that he still had not pulled any of them out yet, in a flash I started a cold sweat and the room starts to go dark. I said under my breath that I did not feel so good and I laid my head onto Nate's legs as we waited for the nurse to get back. I started to feel tears of sadness run over the bridge of my nose and now faintly hearing Nathan still upset as I am fighting to "stay with it".
The next thing I know, Nathan is gone, off the table, and there are 2 nurses on either side of me saying "Sweetie, you need to get your head between your legs." Then again, "Sweetie, you need to get your head between your legs." I was wet with perspiration then panic as I had started to realize I was now the patient!! The nurse had Nate calmed in the hallway and I was helped onto the table. I over heard them say that my coloring still did not look good and that they wanted to make up a room for me to stay in! YIKES! OK, now I am totally aware and totally embarrassed! When I sat up after a few minutes the nurse walked Nathan over to me and suggested that I stay. Well, heck with that! When she left I quickly gathered my things and started out. On my way, she handed me a sucker--not for Nate but for me!
Oh, how this happened to Nate....
Nathan and Emily were playing at the base of the stair case and she wanted him to go a certain way with her and he was pulling away (as usual) and then snap--she let go and he went face first into the oak banister.
During that week after stitches he managed to hit that corner of his head twice and then just yesterday smash his thumb in a toy REALLY bad--he will loose the nail--that bad. His whole thumb is purple.
More on the "battle field" (that is what his left hand side of his forehead is now called), 3 weeks ago he walked in front of a neighbor swinging a table leg (using it as a bat) and SMACK! (Right in the same spot!) UGGGHHH! Boys!