Instead of going to the Children's Museum one Thursday (9 days ago now), we went to the ER. As I was unloading everyone from the car, I set up the stroller, got the big boys and Lullaby out of the car and I was unbuckling Solace as Lullaby was standing on the stroller ride along board (where she is supposed to stand), but somehow slipped forward and fell onto the cement. She didn't even try to catch herself and all of her weight was caught on her chin on the sidewalk. It split open and there was blood everywhere. I cleaned up several parts of her that I thought were bleeding, but weren't. The only injury was on her chin, but it bled everywhere. There was about a quarter sized hole, and while cleaning her up, I caught a glimpse of white bone. No thank you. I put on the biggest band aide in my little first aid kit, and drove down the street to the hospital.
When we got to the ER, my phone had died, so the only information that Paul (who was still working) had was a cryptic message right when it happened, "Paul, call me, I need you." That was it. After begging a phone from a resident in the ER, I called Paul and let him know what was going on. We had been there for several hours by that point and I knew Paul was home. He was, and he left to join us in the ER. Then, of course, they came in and finally put in her stitches. She needed 3. Poor thing. The numbing medicine they put on her an hour earlier was working, but she was still scared. They were talking about knocking her out for it, but a large male nurse came and held her down. This was just days after her skateboarding facial road rash had healed. She was a champ and we finally got home an hour after bedtime for a very late dinner and some much needed sleep.
Paul arrived at the ER, while we were getting our car, and we missed each other by minutes. We all made it home, even all the balloon people that the large male nurse made. He wasn't just good at holding little girls in their ER beds while they get stitched up, he was also a glove balloon enthusiast. Lullaby's balloon even had three little x's on the chin as if she got stitches too.
She took a sad looking selfie the next day. Her chin got very pink over the following couple days, and a large scab formed (which Solace later ripped off, ouch!). She was better the minute we left the ER. I never thought the first stitches in our family would have been for this princess baby. Hopefully they are her last.
