Oh this child...I thought with how clumsy Piper is that she would be the one to put my sanity to the test. But no, it's sweet Scarly Jo. Not only does she chip her tooth, she crashes off of the bathroom stool at JUST the right angle to produce a nasty, deep gash.
Granted, it's not as bad as some peeps that I know, like this. But as much as blood doesn't bother me, it's the stitching part that does.
Let me take you back to a day in...I don't remember actually. It was before we moved to St. Jezzy. Anyways, B SLICES his finger open and decides he will stitch it up himself. I watched the blood come out, I helped tourniquet his finger, I threaded the needle....then I got all oogy and had to leave.
I made B take Scarlet to the Instacare because I knew that this cut was going to need something other than a band-aid. I'm glad he went because sure enough, three stitches later, wee little FrankenNUT comes home. She had to get shots in her head and everything. Ugh. It makes me oogy thinking about it. I would have been one of THOSE parents that doctors probably loathe.
Oh yah, the pic:
And does it bother her?
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