I can't really remember ever feeling like fainting at the sight of blood. Did I mention I'm a Law and Order fan?

That is, until the night before last. It wasn't until the crisis was mainly over-- Milo wasn't crying anymore, the bleeding had mostly stopped, I had ascertained that he had not broken his nose, probably did not have a brain tumor, and would probably not drown in his own blood after we put him to bed-- that I looked at the red blood on me and realized that this was the stuff of life flowing through my boy's body, keeping him alive. He needed that blood in him! And here it was, outside, on me!

Feeling dizzy...