Accident Prone

Seriously. My kids are the most accident prone kids there are. They get it from both of us, unfortunately.

Pop quiz: guess who had their toenails ripped out going down a water slide. And guess who had two sets of stitches in their chin from not one, but two, separate freak ice skating accidents.

Our poor kids don't stand a chance. First Auds with the massive fall out the bed. Now Tony has a nice mark on his face. What happened? Nothing as innocent as rolling out the bed. Not with my boy.

He was tormenting his sister and chasing her around. She made a sharp turn to the right between the dining area and the living room to go down the hall to her room. Tony missed. He missed big time and ran full force straight into the door frame.

Thank goodness I took their Christmas card pictures before this happened, coz that mark ain't going away anytime soon. You can't see it well in the picture, but it's swollen and he's got a bit of a black eye, too.

Poor kids. Here are some cute pictures of them, at least: http://www.stephanieleblancphotography.com/2013/10/how-cute-are-they/

In Stitches

Well, Auds beat me out by two years and B out by 10 years and got her first stitches this week. Absolutely terrifying, I tell you.

It all started around 3am Wednesday morning. She woke up complaining that her ear hurt and asked if she could cuddle. Of course we said she could. Cue me wracking my brain as to how I'd fit in a doctors visit - half hour trip there, half hour wait, half hour drive back adds up quick when you've got three little ones and a busy schedule.

At 330, Drum woke up wanting to nurse, so I nursed him and wondered what I'd do. At 4 o'clock an awful thud was made and my daughter let out a blood curdling scream. Since I was nursing I had to smack my hard-sleeping husband to pick her up. He put her back in bed and she kept crying. I looked and told him there was blood, she hit her head hard. He said he's take her to the bathroom and clean it up.

Then I heard "Oh, God!!" My heart sank. I unlatched the baby and ran to the restroom. Both my baby girl and B were covered in blood. My angel's skull was clearly visible. "Ambulance!" My husband screamed as he tried to remember the number to 911. Soon they were at our house and asking questions so they could try and identify the potential damages.

We got bandage applied to put pressure and changed her clothes. My husband passed out and had to be carried to bed. I rode with my baby girl in the ambulance to the hospital and tried to keep upbeat and smiling for her.

We got there and talked to the doctor. He was amazed that she didn't have a concussion and that her mental clarity showed no signs of brain damage. Her vision was fine, too. Praise, God! I had to hold her still while he stitched her up and keep her positive through all of the waiting.

The doctor said she'd likely swell, have a huge black eye, and look really bad. Praise The Lord that there's none of that. She looks her beautiful self, just with a lot of stitches and a large bandaid.

It was terrifying to go through that as a mom. I'm usually okay with blood and am not doctor-happy at all. But when you can see your kid's skull, it's a different story.

She's in good spirits about the whole thing. She upset about how she looks with stitches and doesn't like me changing her bandage, but she's been amazing. I can't believe how strong my angel is.

We've been having strawberry ice cream sundaes as afternoon snacks since. That's the only thing she said would make it better when we were in the ambulance.

Here's my sweet baby while we were in the ER waiting for the doctor to prep his instruments. Mr. Mike, our nurse, wrapped up the teddy bear they gave her just like she was so she'd feel better. He also made balloons out of gloves and gave her extra blankets and told her jokes to keep her happy. I'm definitely writing a letter to the hospital thanking him for his service and attitude.