My poor little Avary.
We were at a play date at a friends house and Avary tripped in the playroom and hit her head on their little table.
She came running out the door with blood pouring down her face. I don't know how I got her to the kitchen without getting it on their carpet, but that was a plus.
I took her to the E.R. and we waited 6 1/2 hours to get stitches. She had to get 3 on the inside because it was pretty deep, then they used adhesive because the edges had been smashed in so they weren't very straight and then they butterflied it. The whole time I'm thinking does this guy even know what he is doing, why can't they have an expert to stitch up faces, she's just a little girl, he probably doesn't know what he is doing, he's probably never stitched a face before, IT'S GOING TO SCAR !!, is he supposed to be that rough with it, I should have gone somewhere else. I guess you could say I was a little protective and I am still worried about it scaring her perfect little face. Mom's don't see those things, but I am afraid she will. She is still waiting for her scars from the last stitches to "get better".
She was very bored and wanted to go home unless they were going to give her a Popsicle. She kept doing zombie eyes hoping I would leave because she knows I don't like it. They gave her a type of verced to make her super drowsy (hoping she would fall asleep, she didn't)and so she wouldn't remember them digging in her forehead. Which she handled better than I would have. They had to cover her face too. She never even cried.
She started to see things but couldn't make her tongue work and would try and grab them. When she could talk she asked me "how do cars sit?"
The dr. kept calling me mom and it was making her mad she said "why does he keep calling you mom? I said he's just silly. She says His name is not Silly and you are not his mom"
She sang twinkle star at the top of her lungs, kept humming weird sounds and then laughing and when they gave her a popsicle she would open her mouth and look at the popsicle but couldn't figure out how to get it in her mouth. Let's just say she was very out of it.
I was glad that I was only there for stitches, although I wanted to cry because it is on her face. But, an ambulance had brought a little boy in and it flooded me with horrible memories. More feelings I would say because I push those images and memories from my mind as much as possible, but sometimes the feelings are overwhelming. I think of all that my children have been through and I feel so sad and wish that I could have done it for them. Although I am the one that remembers and had to watch my children suffer and not know if they would live. It is such an awful feeling that doesn't ever seem to go away. What a priceless blessing to have knowledge of the plan of salvation.
On a lighter note:
School is out!
And so far it is a good thing!
Well, if you can let go of the fact that the house will NEVER be clean.
