It has been a crazy couple of days around here. Why is it always the case that bad stuff happens in clusters. You're just living life, minding your own business, everything is cheery and nice, and wham!, you're hit with an onslaught of unfortunate events. I won't go into the details of all that has happened, but suffice it to say, they are stinky. We're okay (for the most part) but family members seems to be having alot of trouble, there are job issues, and the one thing I will divulge is that we had our first trip to the Emergency Room with Clara in Wed. morning.
You always hear tales of toddler head trauma, so I knew it was only a question of time until Clara had a run in with her head and a hard object resulting in blood. So on Wed. morning, I was sitting in the kitchen, enjoying my frothy cup of coffee, when I hear a whack and serious crying. So I come running, Jay comes running, and low and behold, there is blood pouring from her forehead, and underneath, lies what appears to be a gigantic hole. (Sorry, gross) I was pretty scared to look, but I had to muster up some mommy courage, since Jay was as white as a ghost. It turned out to be a huge split; it seems that one's head is truly melonesque, in it's ability to sort of pop open (gross, again, sorry) So we rushed to the ER and they stitched her up. The whole thing was really terrible. People always talk of their trips to the ER with their kids, resulting is stitches, or what have you, but until it is your own kid, you really don't realize what a big deal it is! I was bawling like a baby when they debriefed us on how the whole stitching up procedure would go down. So they rushed the hysterical pregnant lady to a quiet place while some guy brought me tea and told me tales of his own children's accidents, while they did the stitching. Jay stayed right there though, like a trooper, and held her little hands. It was funny, because, he freaked out at home, while I kept my cool, and once we got the hospital, I got all irrational and he remained calm. BUT everything if ok, Clara is fine. She will most likely have a little scar on her forehead, but that's fine. No plans for her to be a child model anyway! ;) It really takes an event like this to realize how unsafe your house may be for a toddler and how reckless we were being, just letting her have the run of the place. Now we are very paranoid!
Here she is busting up my wool. She loves to make a mess!!! This what I have to put up with when I try to do any needle-felting! That is why is takes me eons to make anything. Keeping up with this one and cleaning up her messes take up all my time! Oh, but I love her to bits, and wouldn't trade it for the world. Smoocher-oo, little girl!
Hopefully this weekend we'll have some relaxing Fall fun. Maybe apple picking, or perhaps, go here again!
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