Last night, at a little after 7pm AKDT, Maia was doing what loves to do: climb on the furniture. Now, we do have a strict rule that tables are not to be climbed on. Maia's even gotten to the point that she heads straight to the time-out corner, when all we've done is warn her that she's heading for time-out if she stays up there. She also has a bad habit of diving onto the couch from end-tables and ottomans, sometimes when she expects one of us to catch her! This is also strictly verboten. Her Daddy was right in the middle of telling her not to climb up there, and definitely not to jump from up there, when Maia took a tumble backwards off the end table.
Now, try taking a small piece of the far left side of your upper lip between your teeth, and fall backwards off your nearest end table. Trust me: Lots of crying and bleeding ensue, although both had pretty much stopped within about 2 minutes. We called the doctor's office, and they suggested we head to the ER, although we thought at the time that we might be overreacting. So by about 8pm, we'd made it past triage. We saw a nurse and a few docs fairly quickly, at which point it was decided that she would need a single stitch and that it could be done with just a local anesthetic. Unfortunately, it took them another few hours before they actually made it back to get the job done, and we didn't stop to grab toys or a DVD player on our way to the hospital. So Maia was tired and bored, but didn't seem to be in pain. She just wanted to run around the hospital, and play with all the fun oxygen valves and drawers of supplies in our room. A very nice nurse came by at one point with some crayons, a puzzle, and a tiny beanie baby. Moving those puzzle pieces from the box to the lid and back again kept her happy for quite a while.
A little over 3 hours after we'd arrived, we were heading back home with the youngest Puckett or Ramsay ever to get stitches. These two cell-phone pictures show her after the stitches, a little swollen but more than happy to grin for the camera. We're pretty proud of our tough little girl, but we hope she's learned something about climbing on the furniture.
2 comments:
Good thing Maia is a tough little Alaskan (everything is tougher in Alaska)!
When John J. was about her age, he took a tumble down a full stair case made of concrete because we lived in WW2 era "pre-fab" housing lovingly dubbed the Flintstones Housing. The entire unit (inside and out) was concrete.
He had a nice goose egg on his forehead. We rushed him to the Navy clinic where his medical file was tagged so that we would be watched as potiential child abusers...Go Navy....
I was worried that we would be flagged somehow. I am super cautious now, because 2 ER visits close together would probably raise a flag! I want to wrap her in bubble wrap
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