So that Miss Mabel girl. She likes to keep us on her toes. After she finally decided to forego her signature butt scoot to get around, and quickly ditching crawling on all fours, she decided to just started running laps everywhere instead.
I don’t remember Abigail moving as much as she does. Which, there is a good possibility that my memory absolutely blows. But, there’s another good possibility that she actually DOES move way more than Abigail did at her age.
Which brings us to October 1st.
Jim’s parents were coming to spend the day with us, so I was doing some dishes in the kitchen, Jim was doing some cleaning in the living room, and the girls were playing in our sun room. Abigail was picking up her toys and craft supplies(the room was a disaster!) when all of a sudden I hear her panicked voice start shouting, “Mom! Help! Help! Come help, Mabel! She is bleeding!!”
And sure enough, I pick her up and she has blood running down her face.
Apparently, she managed to fall just right(while walking) onto a toy that had been left out on the floor, and earned herself a pretty good gash right above her eyebrow.
All of this happened right around 11am. I immediately facetimed my Mom(who is a RN) to see what I should do. First up, ibuprofen and an ice pack(which Mabel HATED). We watched an episode of Mickey Mouse and then called Mom back to try and let her see how it looked.
She said from the looks of it that they probably wouldn’t be able to do anything for her since there wasn’t any loose skin flapping. She suggested getting some butterfly bandages to try and help it stay shut. So we called Monty and Jenny and asked them to stop and get some on their way to our house.
Thankfully they did(along with some other ice pack options that hopefully Mabel would like- she didn’t) bring the bandages for us and after a lunch together, I got Mabel ready for her afternoon nap. Before I laid her down I put the butterfly bandage on her- I attach one side and then pull up! to attach the other side and oof. I just knew. The way that it went back together was not good. I knew we had to take her to urgent care.
So, we let her nap and then after she woke up we headed over. (So thankful Monty and Jenny just happened to be here that day so they could stay with Abigail!) When we arrived a nurse looked at it and said that it definitely needed attention. At the least, glue. At the most, stitches.
After an hour and a half wait(ugh) in the urgent care waiting room, we were finally called back. At first glance the Dr. thought he could glue it. But after moving it around a little and looking at it some more he ultimately decided that she needed to have it stitched.
What happened next was probably the most traumatizing thing I’ve had to go through as a parent so far. I mean, at the time you’re all hopped up on adrenaline and you just do it for your baby and don’t think twice, but later that night, after we were in bed, Jim and I just looked at each other and were like “that was SO horrible”
But she came through! She was such a tough little girl. We kept it covered with a bandage for a few days just until we felt like she would leave it alone and then we let it “air out”.
Finally, 11 days later, she got to have it taken out.
One quick snip and she was all done! Seriously. Easiest trip ever. I didn’t even have to pay a copay! The nurse just walked it, snip, and off we went. Mabel didn’t even fuss over it. Total champ.
Of course, I won’t mention how we had to go back to the pediatricians office for a second visit later that afternoon because a certain little girl has contracted a strain of HFM disease……
But that’s likely a story for another day.