Well, she finally did it. Emma earned herself an emergency trip to the doctor's office. We were going to head straight to the ER, but the doctor's office said that we could come by there first and get their opinion, so we did. Emma must like to make sure my heart rate stays nice and high.
What happened? Let me explain.
We had just finished breakfast. Emma had eaten and was playing in the living room like she does every day. I had just put Abby down for her morning nap and came back to the kitchen to wash some dishes. We do this every single morning. Emma plays like an angel, I clean up the kitchen, and then we play together until Abby gets up. Not today.
Today I had just put away the clean dishes and was re-loading the dishwasher when I heard a bump and Emma screaming bloody murder. I went running and picked her up. She looked fine, but shaken. I took her into the kitchen and sat her on the counter to get a better look (and turn off the water). Blood. Everywhere. I thought she knocked out a tooth, but upon inspection, noticed a hole clear through her bottom lip. Well, technically it's just below her lip, but above her chin. I PANICKED.
I carefully cleaned up her face with a warm washcloth and got her a Popsicle. We were both still in our pajamas, so I carried her, Popsicle and all, to our bed. I made phone call after phone call while my hands were shaking uncontrollably, getting myself and Emma dressed in the process. First person I called? My MAMA! I knew she could get here before anyone else. Then I called Brad's mom. She was on her way. Then I tried Brad. He was the farthest one out. No answer. Shit. I frantically searched my phone for his school phone number. Called and got the secretary. I told her who I was and that we were about to head to the ER with my daughter and couldn't get in touch with Brad. She radioed him and had him call me. He was on his way as soon as he could pass his class off to another teacher.
I called the doctor's office and they said we could come there first if we wanted to. I would rather do ANYTHING than get Emma stitches OR deal with the ER, so I took them up on it. My mom got here first, and then Brad's mom. Abby was still napping so I gave Brad's mom a few instructions and some disposable diapers. By the grace of God, I had 2 ounces of pumped milk (the results of 2 miserable and fruitless pumping sessions) in the fridge. This is the first time since Abby was born that I have really pumped, and had been trying to get enough to freeze in case we ever had an emergency. How lucky was that?? Any other day and we'd be searching the house for formula samples.
So Mom and Emma and I left and Brad's mom stayed with Abby. Brad beat us to the doctor's office. We sat in the waiting room for a few minutes before heading back to see the nurse practitioner. She took a look, cleaned it up a bit, and recommended a stitch or 2. It had stopped bleeding within minutes of her cutting it, but the doctor said it's for "cosmetic reasons" that they recommend stitches. Anytime that it's outside of the lip line, they recommend them. I very politely asked her if we had any choice. She consulted with another doctor, and told us she'd be fine, but to keep Neosporin on it and watch for infection, which wasn't likely. YAY! We left like bats out of hell! I just wanted my babies.in.my.arms. My nerves were shot, as were all of ours.
We got back to our house and Brad's Dad was here. It meant the world to me that he came by. Seriously. My family is awesome. Have I mentioned that? They love us, and my girls SO much, and it's mutual. The fact that all 3 of them left work and flew straight to our house the minute I called, is just awesome. We couldn't have asked for better grandparents for these girls.
Emma has been an angel. She only cried for a minute once it happened, and only for a second or 2 while the doctor looked at it. I'm so impressed with her. She's awesome. AND big! Did I mention that she went from 25lbs in early July, to 28lbs today? And here I was getting concerned that she's not eating quite as much as she used to.
I bought some Mederma to use once her lip heals to help reduce scarring. It's really not that bad, but I'd hate to think that my choice to avoid a traumatic hospital experience would cause a scar she'd hate me for forever. Praying that doesn't happen. If it doesn't disappear, maybe she'll be proud of it and consider it a battle scar that adds character, though I'm not sure that little girl could stand one more ounce of character! One day, when she has her own babies, she'll understand. Until then, she can have ANYTHING SHE WANTS!!!!!
I'll leave you with a funny. This is what she did while I nursed Abby last night. She's a nut.
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