From the day she was born, she was destined for stitches. There was the scare at 4 weeks, then the fall down the stairs, the finger in the door, the fall off the bed. All crises averted. Until today. Well, actually, there was Sunday. We were touring a castle in wine country, taking pictures on the drawbridge. The stone was all hand-cut from Italy, made to look the way it did back in the day. Peyton sat down, then leaned back and konked her head on one of the stones. She cried, then stopped, and when I went to rub the owie on the back of her head, my hand was faintly bloody. Unfortunately, they had no ice at the castle, but the bleeding stopped. The lump in the back of her head was like that in the cartoons, when the bad guy gets a lump and birdies start to encircle it. She was acting normal, so I wasn’t too worried. She took a bath, and was playing, and rubbed against the couch. She got some blood on the couch, and I realized it was still oozing. Dave said it wasn’t that big of a deal, but I called early Monday morning just to be sure. Her hair smelled irony, and it was matted down. She wouldn’t let us touch it, not even to put ice on it when we got home the day before. Dave took her in Monday morning, and the RN said they would’ve probably put a staple in there, and would have had to shave her. I’m glad we didn’t since that would have been traumatic for her, and her head was healing and closing on her own. As long as she never shaves her head, there will be no reminder of the event, hopefully. The teachers kept an eye on her, making sure she didn’t fall backwards and re-injure the area. I did the same when she was walking around at home. Brandon knew to be careful, too.
Flash forward to today. I had just finished telling Kathy about Peyton’s accident over the weekend. At 1030am, I get the call from school to say that she’s fallen again. This time, it was because she was putting her hands in her pockets (she likes pockets!) and tripped. Instead of breaking her fall with her hands, she broke it with her face. More specifically, her chin. They said there was a 1″ gash in her chin, and that I should come look at it since it hadn’t stopped bleeding. I rushed over, and called the advice RN on the way. Since I wasn’t with her, they asked me to call back. In the time it takes to call back, I might as well have waited on the phone until I got to school. As I was informed over the phone the prior day with the back of the head, they told me that stitches are only done in the ER, not in the clinic. I called the advice RN again, just as a formality, but really, I was going to head to the ER no matter what. This time, it was on her face, and it would matter. When I got to school, she was watching the other kids play in the corner of the playground. She had a bandage on her chin, and was just observing quietly. She didn’t see me at first, even after the teachers were trying to get her attention. As soon as she did see me, the waterworks were turned on!! She is so like me. She can keep it together for the most part, but when she sees mommy, it’s all over. The teachers kept her while I was talking to the RN. I grabbed her things, and headed back to work. She was calm in the car, which I was happy about, since it was just me driving. The last time she was in so much pain with her finger, she fell asleep. She did the same thing on the way back to work.
Luckily, she wasn’t bleeding profusely, even though the bandage was soaked. We waited about 45 minutes before they finally saw us. Luckily, I had one diaper in the car, and grabbed her snacks from her lunch. She had just finished her blueberries when they came in, and was trying to get to her cheese. She had bitten through the plastic, and was unhappy when I told her she had to wait for it. I was somewhat worried about her teeth, not knowing if the fall would have somehow jarred them loose. She was just becoming impatient by the end of the 45 minutes. Otherwise, she was content to hang out on me, and look around the casting room at all the crutches and gauze. Hopefully she doesn’t get too used to being there. The PA came in, and took a look. Once the bandage was off, it started to bleed again. The PA thought I had come in for the back of her head. I told her this was something new. She felt that stitches would be better than the glue, which may be pulled apart. I told them I wasn’t good with blood, one major factor in my choice of careers. They said they’d have to swaddle her, and that I should pull up a chair. They were afraid I’d go down, like they had seen other parents. Not wanting to risk being a patient myself, I did as they recommended. Poor thing was strapped down, almost in a straight-jacket position. She did NOT like this at all. My job was to hold her down, while the RN held her head straight. The PA was the one doing the stitches. She kept screaming out for me, yelling out, “MOMMY! MOMMY!” It was heart-wrenching. I was never the one to go with her to her other procedures, since I do not have the stomach for it. I was able to be strong for her, but I was crying for her inside. What I couldn’t do was watch the stitching, which was sad for her, because I was below where she could see me, because I was holding onto her body. I did keep talking to her the whole time, so she knew I was there. Right about stitch 5, Peyton stopped crying long enough to say, “All done! All done!” I guess she had had enough. Surprisingly, she had hung in there as long as she had and hadn’t said all done sooner. What seemed an eternity was finally over. I got to pick her up and comfort her. She recovered nicely, and by the time we were wrapping things up, she was only at a whimper. So, who is telling the truth? female viagra for sale Does homeopathy work or not? In my opinion, the answer is a resounding yes. This allows a greater pressure of blood increases in the pulmonary artery or vein or capillaries resulting in shortness of breath, fatigue, increased rate of pregnancy complications, levitra sale including gestational hypertension, preeclampsia, gestational diabetes, postpartum hemorrhage, and fetal macrosomia, are all associated with obesity. Natural production of l-arginine in your body for enough length. prescription for cialis 100mg discount is one of the erection issues solution utilized as a part of the treatment of PAH furthermore to enhance physical execution in both men and women. Any computer professional can determine the accuracy of the machine, hence you must purchase cialis online seek out a help of such person before purchasing a computer. They told me that she needed to return in 5-7 days to get the stitches removed (Dave was sooo taking her to that). There were 6 in total. She got an orange popsicle which she was happy about. She ate the whole thing, and handed me the stick saying, “Here, Mommy.” We came home, and I thought she’d go down right away. It was almost 130pm by the time we got home. She had only slept briefly from school to the ER. It took me until about 230pm to get her to go down. But down she went! She was out until 5pm when I heard Dave come in. I was just thinking about how I was going to pick Brandon up, with Peyton totally out. I had drugged her before she went to sleep, in case she was in pain. We all went to pick Brandon up and got our Christmas tree. We had to salvage the day somehow. We brought it back, and we think it’s the nicest one we’ve picked out in the last few years. It’s straight, and has a great place for our tree topper. Brandon sat down next to Dave, who was putting up the tree, and said, “How can I help? I’m here to help!” He sounded so mature. I did give him the task to bring water back and forth from the sink to Dave at the tree. He took it seriously and did a great job! Luckily, we did Santa pictures early, otherwise we’d have her bandage in our pictures 🙂 Also, school photos were two weeks ago, so we really lucked out! Even after sleeping so late, she is out cold now, and it’s only 830pm. Must’ve been all that crying she did. Poor thing – after Sunday, she couldn’t lie down on her back. She tried and looked up at me, and gave me this funny look, and promptly rolled over. Now, she can’t lie on either her back or her front!!
When Brandon saw Peyton, he didn’t say anything. I asked Dave (who went in to get Brandon) if he told him what happened. He said he didn’t want to say anything, he wanted to see if he would notice. It was dark, so I can’t blame him for not seeing her. We went to dinner, since we were headed out to get the tree after. When we got there, I asked Brandon if he saw what happened to his sister. He looked genuinely concerned, and said, “Oh no! What happened? Are you okay, Peyton?” He was also gentle with her, even making sure she didn’t hurt herself again, and said, “Oh, Peyton, be careful of your chin.”
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