Last Monday morning started like any other, and I was sure to help it start out on a good foot too. Beautiful skies, early breakfast, and (decaf) coffee made for me by my sweet husband were all the ingredients I needed to start a wonderful day and week.
We took the finger paint outside, Naomi created a few masterpieces while I tried to get the last coat on her "new" dresser (almost done), and after that, we pulled out the sprinkler in the backyard to wash off. Naomi raced through the water showing only her shiney hiney. Cuteness overload. And being the big helper she is, she volunteered to water the flowers. Always my helper. And then the clouds moved in. And the thunder and lightening. Literally and figuratively. So much for watering the flowers!
As it got to be lunchtime, we moved inside and prepared the table. Naomi, the big girl that she is, climbed up in her booster seat all by her big self just as she always does at mealtime. And of course, here's where the story takes a turn for the worse. Just as I turned around to grab a fork from the drawer, Naomi reached for the table, missed her grip, and fell to the floor - meanwhile, catching the edge of the table with her face on the way down. I scooped her up and contained my fear as I grabbed the ice and a cool, damp rag to assess the damage.
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so brave while waiting to be seen at ER
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| yet still in a good humor through it all! maybe that's why we kept getting pushed back to be seen! |
At first, it didn't look too bad. Hardly any blood, and being the calm and collected mama that I am - ok, TRY to be on a daily basis - I wasn't going to run to the ER if we didn't have to. I've pretty much adopted my mother's approach on that one. If there isn't a bone protruding, continuous blood flow, or a temperature that lasts for days on end, I can handle it myself. And although both baby girl and I were doing pretty good, it still looked like it could be looked at by a doctor. Hey, I'm no health professional after all. So off to Dr. Ramos' office we went. Thunderstorm and all.
I took her in to her primary physician for him to get a good look at it and give his professional opinion. Much to my dismay (and hers), he said that because of where the laceration was on her face and the fact that she is a girl and it may scar, that we needed to have her stitched up by a plastic surgeon. Yikes. So, off to the ER we went. If only I had known then what I know now, I would've had a plastic surgeon called in to his office (yes, you can do that). Instead, I thought it would be better to get to the hospital. And so off we went.
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Deddy and Omi watching Elmo while the nurses prepped for procedure
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Seven hours and two hospitals later, we were on our way home with a pitifully sleepy and worn out two year old. The hardest part of the night (besides playing the waiting game) was watching the nurse knock our sweet girl out with Vicodin and Ketamine. She became delirious after being given the meds, yet she could still hear us and would cry out for us during the procedure. We constantly talked to her and soothed her as much as we could through the process, and she was a brave youngin' to put up with being picked and prodded with all night long.
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| so very hard to see your little one like this! |
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| waiting for sleeping beauty to wake up |
Now, a little over a week later, she is healing up nicely and the sutures have almost all dissolved, leaving a small pink line across the crease of her eyelid - barely visible. We are so lucky that it was not any more worse than it was and many thanks go out to the wonderful Dr. Ramos for making the tough call for stitches. If it weren't for his recommendation, she may have ended up with larger scarring, so for him, we are thankful!
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| groggily waking up... |
Naomi is a tough little cookie who took a hard fall, and our little daredevil hasn't slowed down since. We have had to make her slow down and take it easy while healing, yet she wants to constantly climb up on everything - tables, shelves, bookcases, display tables in stores - heh. She is definitely our little firecracker. Here's to hoping baby number two isn't so adventurous...HA! :)
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| the nurse took a family photo - Naomi is drunkenly saying, "Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese." Hysterical. This one's for the baby book! |
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