March 25, 2013


It's been a long time since I've posted anything, so I thought I'd make it an interesting post!

Last night, we got STITCHES! Although I wasn't expecting that last night, I must admit that I'm really surprised it hasn't happened sooner. To say my kids are rambunctious is an understatement. My mom has encouraged us to get an Aflac accident policy more than once.

Macey was running laps through our house, like she so often does, and as she turned a corner, she slipped and went head first into the corner of a low table/chest thing in our living room. I saw the hit, and I knew it hurt! I put her in my lap, and when I ran my fingers through her hair to console her, I was shocked to see blood oozing down the side of her face. My initial reaction probably wasn't the best "keep calm and carry on" attitude, but that's really not the point of this little story.

After I saw the blood, Greg scooped her up and took her in the kitchen to start applying pressure, and I called Greg's mom to come over and take a look. She got there quickly, and said she thought it might need a stitch. So, we left Easton with her and headed out the door with a screaming, scared Macey.

She cried the whole way to the ER, then walked in happy as a lark. Seriously, she didn't have a care in the world once we walked through those sliding glass doors. Granna was there, Macey had my phone to play with--all was well.

We quickly got into a room, and the nurse practitioner took a quick look and said she'd need 3 or 4 stitches! Macey is an excellent patient, and she listens well and takes in all the necessary information without losing her cool. They warned her that the numbing shot would sting, then burn. I think they did 3 or 4 injections, and she never flinched. No tears, nothing. I was so proud (and surprised)!

They stitched her up, and we went home. I think her takeaways from the entire ordeal were, "Getting hurt equals stickers, popsicles and staying up late." All in all, it was a good Sunday!

Already counting down the minutes for the next ER visit. I foresee many more ER visits in our chaotic future.

Letting Daddy check things out.

Getting stitched up while watching the ball game.