This is my 100th post, and what better way to celebrate than with a recap to our VERY eventful weekend.
Fridays are important to our family. We like to call it "FREEDOM FRIDAY".
Freedom from work, school, cooking dinner... but that is where our troubles started.
We decide to go out for dinner & the kids were surprisingly well behaved at the restaurant.
Since neither or the kids like soda, Josh ordered chocolate milk and Bella lemonade. Joshua had two full little cartons, and when we got home he asked for some more. Later that evening he started complaining of a stomach ache.
I guess from all of us being sick most of February, he knew to ask for what we affectionately call the "puke bucket". He was sick all night with major stomach cramps and throwing up. We figured it was just something he ate since he had no fever. His cousins came by the next day but poor Joshua slept the ENTIRE day, only coming out for a few minutes to acknowledge his cousins.
Bella and Brandon had a blast. They were all over the place and the apartment was trashed with toys everywhere.
By 9 PM or so Joshua started feeling better. The cousins left and it was time for bed again.
We said our family prayer, read a book, and said good night.
At around 3:30 Sunday morning, we heard a frantic scream coming from the kids bedroom. I've never seen Dwight move so fast. My eyes were barely open, when I heard him say "I need your help!". That got me out of bed!
Isabella had rolled off her bed and on her way down she hit Joshua's metal trundle. She had a really deep gash on her chin right under her lower lip.
She was hysterical.
We knew right away we would have to take her to the ER. I quickly got dressed and strapped her into her seat in the van then realized I had no idea where the nearest Hospital was. Thank goodness for the GPS... although it took me to Duke instead of UNC which is much closer. After I started driving, I realized that I had ZERO gas... I must have gotten to that hospital on fumes, and when I got to the ER entrance, there was no parking lot to be found... just a valet.
I went around the circle twice looking for a spot to park, then decided to ask the valet attendant where to go. He told me, "I'll take your car." THEN, I also realized I only had ten bucks in the back of my pants from the day before and that was going towards gas...
"I have NO money on me sir..." I told him. He just gave me a look like, get out of the car already lady!! But "Go take care of your little girl ma'am." was what he said.
We there wasn't much of a wait, and soon we were discussing how to get Bella's face stiched up. We decided that since she was NOT going to cooperate with just a local anasthetic, they would have to sedate her.
THAT WAS HARD TO WATCH. It is amazing what drugs can do. She had her eyes open the entire time, but was totally somewhere else. I was so worried she would remember the doctors working on her face with big needles and a fishing hook. I guess it must have been pretty obvious too because as soon as the surgeon asked me how I was doing, I just started bawling!!
I felt so sorry for my baby. It is awful to see them totally incoherent and spaced out like that.
When everything was finished, the nurse that was in the room with me told me to talk to her, and try to help her come out of sedation.
I talked, and talked and sang, and talked some more, and finally she started showing signs she was coming back to me.
The doctors warned me that sometimes kids freak out when they come out of sedation and that they can do some really weird stuff with their eyes and what-not.
Bella's coming to was actually kinda funny...
After a lot of talking I asked her if I could giver her a big kiss. She had a blank stare on her face but suddenly puckered up the BIGGEST pucker I have ever seen her make.
SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH!!!More and more she started coming out of it and then she looked at me and said...
Who are you?
Are you mommy?
I gave her a bunch more kisses and hugs and said, "yes baby I am your mommy!"
The nurse had steped out and when she came back, she asked if Bella was speaking. I told her yes, and right as I said that, Bella piped up and said
"BUENOS DIAS"My little girl was back and I knew she was going to be ok!
It's been a few days now, and her lips aren't as swollen as they were before. The cut looks really small, and she loves to show off her stitches to anyone who asks what happened.
She will get a scar because of the kind of the laceration, but it should be small, and thankfully it wasn't on her beautiful lips. We'll just have to be pretty good about sunscreen and neosporin for now.
With all the crazy things Isabella does during the day, I never thought it would be something she did while sleeping that would have me take her to the Emergency room. Go figure!
Later that same afternoon...
3 stitches and a fat lip later...
Aunt Giselle came over and brought them giant lollipops.
Notice Bella's bib is on backwards... that is her super cape.
**BTW, after all that stress over parking and the valet, turns out it was free... There was a big sign by the entrance that I totally missed. LOL
