Last night my kids and I went to "The Man's" softball game. Everything was going fine until they started playing. The kids were playing and having a good time. LaLa was building a "volcano" out of dirt and KiKi was standing next to me on the bleachers talking to the other wives. The next thing I know KiKi slips off the bleacher and her chin bashes into the bleacher seat in front of her. I swear it happened in slow motion. You know where you see it happening but you can't react fast enough to grab your kid to prevent it? That happened to me. I grabbed her as she started screaming and started looking for the injury. Her mouth was pouring blood. "Oh jeez she bit her lip and is bleeding," is what I thought. Then I looked closer. Not only did she bite her lip, she bit straight through her lip clear to the other side.
All things at that point stopped. I got the attention of the umpire. He stopped the game and I pulled my husband off 1st base and told him we had to get to the hospital. So we gathered up our stuff (and other kid) and headed off to the hospital. By the time we got to the car she had quit bleeding, but her lip was swollen. She fell asleep in the car on the 20 min drive to the hospital because it was past her bedtime and she was sooo sleepy.
At the hospital the Dr. gave the wound a look and decided it didn't need stitches, but he needed to dermabond the wound closed on the outside. I was so glad that we didn't need stitches. Can you imagine what a 2 year old would think with a needle coming at her mouth? I was not looking forward to it. An hour at the hospital and all was fine. Thankfully we had no wait at all. We came home and put the girls in bed. Then I sat on the couch and decompressed by watching some of the Olympics. I guess my kids and their lack of grace will disqualify them from the women's gymnastics team.
I'm enjoying your blog. I hope you continue to post at your new, um, post.
Thank you middle aged woman. I try to keep it entertaining around here :)
My youngest fell down our stairs last year. I was in the bathroom at the top of the stairs and heard a thumping noise. It's funny how in situations like that your brain totally bypasses you and goes straight into action. I jumped 10 or 11 of the 14 steps. Unfortunately he'd had a "head" start and beat me to the bottom. Luckily it scared him more than hurt. I, on the other hand, lost a few years of my life.
My sister totally did the same thing. She put her bottom teeth through her chin and she still has a scar from it to this day. I don't remember how she did it though....not on a bleacher probably. lol
First off, this child is incredibly laid back if she can fall asleep after that. Second, where in the world can you get out of an ER in an hour? Third, Dermabond is a wonderful thing I found out a couple months ago when I whacked my eye and split it open right where my dark circle and bag lay. I was there for three hours before I got glued, however.
Nothing is worse than watching your child get hurt. It is in slow motion. I jump into action all while I'm screaming "Oh, my God, Oh, my God" over and over. Then I flip right into the "You're okay, you're okay" chant. It's sort of a calm, do what you've got to do, all while freaking out reaction.
Glad she's okay!
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