1. Concussion for Lawson
2. Stitches for Molly
3. Molly biting through her tongue
I am not counting the two surgeries (Lawson's and Isabelle's) in this list because they weren't really "traumas."
Molly and I were playing in the living room. I needed to go make lunch so I told her we were done playing for a minute. She decides to start running/spinning around the living room. I had not got up off the floor before I heard a loud CRACK and see Molly's head colliding with the corner of our stone coffee table. Honestly, I was not the least bit concerned that her head was going to split open. I thought, based on the sound her head made hitting the table, that she was going to have a concussion. As soon as it happened, I scooped her up and looked at her head. Within a second, her and I were both covered in blood. I started yelling at Isabelle to find my phone and call Jason while frantically getting something to cover the gash in Moll's head. After yelling repeatedly at Isabelle, I realized the phone was plugged in on the counter. I grabbed the phone, called Jason and yelled at him to come home, then proceeded to call the Dr. who said I needed to take her to the ER for stitches as their office was too busy. At some point I thought, "hey, maybe I am overreacting," so I took off the washcloth and looked at the cut. I was NOT overreacting.
Fast forward to Jason coming home and confirming I was not overreacting and Molly and I leaving for the urgent care. Once we were there, we got in fairly quickly (praise God that her cut stopped bleeding pretty quickly at home). The doctor and nurse were very sweet, but Molly did NOT enjoy her time there. For starters they wrapped her up in a thick fleece blanket to prevent her from moving around. Molly h.a.t.e.s. being confined or restricted in any way so this made her VERY mad. It also made her extremely hot. Then they put a paper with a hole cut-out over her face which only served to infuriate her more. She was scream-crying for me to make them stop before they even started with the lidocaine shots. Those apparently hurt like the dickens because just when I thought Molly couldn't scream any louder, she was. She kept asking me to make them stop the poking and telling me she was ready to be done and go home. When they started the stitches, Molly must have heard the word needle, because she then started calling her stitches, noodles. If she hadn't been so upset, I would have thought it was much funnier.
|right after they were done she asked to see her "noodles"|
After we were all done, and Molly was mostly calmed down, I took her to get lunch at her favorite place, Chick fil A, and all was right with the world. By the time we got home she was back to her old self.
We have to go back to the doctor on Tuesday to get her four stitches out, and until then we have to keep it nice and clean. She is doing great and it looks like it is healing very well. I am praying for no scar or one that is barely visible. I would hate for my beautiful daughter to have a scar right in the middle of her face.
|she has done great leaving a band-aid on and keeping it clean|
I am not at all surprised that Molly was my first kid to need stitches, but I am hoping this is a one time deal. I don't think I can deal with any more noodles for awhile!