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Which of the Jason and Brooke McCoy children was the first ever to receive stitches today?
It was bound to happen.
Too many swords and too many sticks.
Too many athletic children who think they are monkeys.
Too many climbers and wrestlers.
Hmmm......What do you think?
There were 3 stitches.
....close to the left eye.
And Baylie wins!
She was a trooper. We are finally home. I am tired. Emotionally. I even had to lie down after watching it cause I was feeling a bit 'woosey'. What a wimp. Thankfully the lollipop helped. I wasn't planning on watching, just letting Jason get close to her face because there was only so much room. Just reassuringly talking to her along with everyone else. And cringing. But then I poked my head out and she spotted me and cried harder so I had to watch. Tug and sew those stitches up with a needle and black thread. They come out in a week. Neosporin twice a day and stay out of the sun.
My owe-the-world-pal Sara watched the bigger kids for four and a half hours while I went to the doctor then back to pediatric urgent care where a 'plastics' doctor carefully stitches up my little wounded daughter. Ooooh, I totally owe her.
After a fall in the kitchen on the upside down lid of a plastic bin, I was debating to take her in. My mom said I could tape it together. But I called for a second opinion and my mom pal agreed to take her in. The doctor told me I'd need to come back for stitches when the 'plastics' guy was available. I didn't have enough money for the parking garage, but if you burst into tears and hold your pathetic dollar and coins out he will let you go anyway---thats a free tip.
So blogger is my therapy today. I missed a baby shower tonite. But this is a good excuse. And I'm frazzled.
I should've known the day was askew when it took me 40 minutes to just get to where the 101 and 134 separate. I mean traffic is bad, but this one was especially. And Baylie had taken out her hair, off her shoes, wiggled out of the car seat, and was crying for the majority of it. Crying so much no song would tempt her out of it. So I skipped the rec class that I was now late for an opted for jumping on the trampoline of my great friend who was a few exits closer. Thank you thank you.
But then ...Luke and Darby were chasing each other, I was on the phone and BANG, we are finally near the end of today. Too bad my Miss B has a 18th month old check up tomorrow with shots included. Ahhhh...