Monday, March 30, 2009

I now fully understand the meaning of "this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you".

Near the end of last year my sister suggested that we start a 'family dinner' held at each other's houses every other Sunday night so that our kids could be sure to have that time to see each other and play with each other.  So far it has gone pretty well.  However, I feel that when dinner is at our house some sort of chaos is likely to ensue.  We've only had it here four times.  One of them had to be rescheduled and only my brother-in-law and nephew were able to make it.  The time after that, the one and only snow of the season started a half hour before.  We got ten inches.  So I should have known something is just off when dinner is at our house.
So Sunday my sister and her husband and my nephew come over and we put dinner in the oven and start setting up "The Office: Trivia Game" for which Todd and I have been preparing for like three weeks now.  When what happens?  Well, I hear crying and my sister saying "Bailey fell and um...she's bleeding".  I turn to see my sister picking up Bailey and prepare for the worst.  It was bleeding pretty bad, as I undestand head wounds do and I ran to get her.  I no longer get her in my hands then Todd says she's going to need stitches.  In a rather quick, but still disorderly way we got Bailey ready and in the car leaving Coop here with his aunt, uncle and cousin.  We had called the emergency center beforehand and they were ready with paperwork partially filled out before we got there.  We were called in almost immediately and taken to the suture room. 
The doctor said stitches were preferred as they would heal leaving the least scarring.
So a nurse held her head and Todd and I sat on either side of her as they gave her a shot of painkiller and began the suturing.  I might add here that I have never had stitches until Bailey was born, so I had no idea what to expect.  In a lot of ways I really do feel it was harder for me than for her.  She screamed, she fought, she turned redder than I have ever seen anyone turn all while we were holding her down.  She was quite angry. She got five stitches.
Surprisingly we were able to get her stictched up and were back home in just under one hour.  Bailey was smiling and playing and running around as soon as we were in the door.  She is one tough cookie.
She isn't even afraid of the toy she fell on.  This is her today, trying to get to the off-limits toy.
Hopefully, this is her first and last experience with stitches, but I don't know. 

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