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.
|so brave while waiting to be seen at ER|
|yet still in a good humor through it all! maybe that's why we kept getting pushed back to be seen!|
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.
|Deddy and Omi watching Elmo while the nurses prepped for procedure|
|so very hard to see your little one like this!|
|waiting for sleeping beauty to wake up|
|groggily waking up...|
|the nurse took a family photo - Naomi is drunkenly saying, "Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese." Hysterical. This one's for the baby book!|