Thursday Thoughts: There is never a dull moment around here.
Lent Update: It's only Day 2 of Lent and you're already updating us?
Don't worry, I don't plan on providing daily Lent updates...that is completely unnecessary. I will say that I successfully did not use my phone, iPad, etc. unnecessarily yesterday while the girls were awake (or when they were asleep, for that matter), but I had to consciously put it (my phone) somewhere where I would not absentmindedly reach for it to "check something real quick." I also did not watch any TV.
I did not, however, go to bed by 10:00 p.m.
***If the sight of blood scares you, stop reading now!***
Don't worry, it looks much worse than it actually is. (Otherwise I would have called you, Mom and Dad!) Poor little thing; she really is the walking wounded these days. Here's what happened.
Chet is working late this week, and I had a book club meeting yesterday evening. I dropped the girls off at my neighbor's house (not just any neighbor, a certified child home care provider neighbor) at 6 p.m., with plans to pick them up by 8 p.m. I received a text at 7:40 p.m. that Lorelei had tripped and hit her head on a plastic toy box, and that there was a 1/2 inch cut on her head. I sped home.
Getting a cut on your head is bad enough, but add it to the fact that she tripped and face planted into a little stool earlier in the morning and got a bloody nose. And to the fact that she did not want to take an afternoon nap yesterday and was exhausted.
Anyway, I arrived at my neighbor's house at 8 p.m., determined that, yes, she probably needed a stitch or two, and called Chet to tell him to Come Home Now. Sydney stayed with Chet, and Lor and I headed to the ER. We pulled into the ER at 8:55 p.m. and were headed home by 9:50 p.m. (Quick, right? I don't think they liked the sight of blood trickling down a 16-month old's head.)
By the way, the cut was not bleeding when I picked her up at 8 p.m., but by the time we reached the hospital it had started to ooze. It wasn't gushing (even though it might appear that way in the pictures); I just wasn't wiping the blood away since we were already in the hospital and didn't want to touch the cut unnecessarily. The doctor assured me that she was fine and that head wounds bleed easily since the head is so vascular.
No stitches necessary; the doctor glued her head back together. He doesn't even think there will be a scar.
She was super upset while we were in the ER, but not because she was in pain (at least, I hope not). She was mad that they put a hospital band around her ankle, and that strange people kept touching her, and that one of the techs offered her stickers (she's not a sticker lover like Sydney), and that she was exhausted and just wanted to sleep for crying out loud! As soon as we walked out of the ER she was happy again.
So that is why I didn't make it to bed by 10 p.m. last night. I'm also sure I was only half asleep the entire night, with my ear trained to her baby monitor -- good thing we have no plans today!
Happy Valentine's Day!