Just Because I Felt Like Posting Some Pics

Hannah got her stitch removed today!  The bruises are fading a bit, and the laceration is all scabbed over. It's crazy how fast we heal especially given the trauma involved when first hurt. I took some photos of her when we got back from the pediatrician just because. We were winding down from our morning with some books on the couch.  That's our usual after lunch/pre nap routine.

Her hair has gotten so long lately!  I was scanning through my Picasa albums earlier today and am shocked how much shorter it was even as late as August.  I think I forgot to mention this, but I cut it a couple of weeks ago, just a little around the back to try to even it up. It was getting really shaggy looking. I'd like to cut it even shorter in the back, just in an effort to start getting it all at the same length, but she didn't sit still the first time so I'm afraid to try again.  After a few different attempts spread out over the course of the week I eventually got it to look mostly straight to the average eye, but it wasn't easy. Maybe if I sat her down in front of the TV??

Oh yah, and did you notice the new domain name?? I broke down and bought my own! Woohoooo!  It looks like some of my sidebar widgets got screwed up in the transition which stinks because I don't see myself making the time to fix them anytime soon...

A Sutre on the Bridge

Hannah had a very big accident today.  The accident itself (falling out of her high chair) doesn't seem nearly as scary as, say, rolling down the stairs, but the end result was way worse.  This small fall left her with a gash in the bridge of her nose, a trip to the ER, and a stitch.

I wish I could tell you what happened, but neither me nor Laura really saw it. Hannah was in her high chair just hanging out and finishing up her lunch. I had wheeled her over to the sink and pulled the tray off to wash it along with the lunch dishes.  Laura was sitting at the island getting ready to eat some turkey pot pie.  The very instant that she looked down at her fork, I turned to put a plate in the sink and then, THUD, we tossed our respective fork and plate to find Hannah on the floor screaming AND bleeding. We're guessing that she was reaching for the door of the fridge and rolled out over the mini tray that is built into the chair (it's very small and short because it fits beneath the regular sized tray).  I've never seen her bleed before, but still my immediate reaction was relatively calm, which is impressive for me because I tend to freak out under high pressure situations.  I guess it's because past accidents have shown that Hannah is incredibly resilient and virtually unbreakable, so I was trying to take this one a little more calmly than the others.  While I snuggled her tight and tried to calm her, I had Laura look at her face to determine what was bleeding and how bad it was.  Locating the cut was easier than determining what to do about it.  We ended up heading next door for a professional opinion. Amy wasn't home, but Nate was and he's an EMT so that's the next best thing to a nurse practitioner in my back.  He suggested we err on the side of caution and call the pediatrician so I did, after all, this is her face we're talking about.  The nurse who answered my only semi-panicked phone call also suggested I err on the side of caution and take her in to the ER.  Hannah was still screaming pretty loudly and there was enough of her blood on my shoulders now for the adrenaline and worry to start creeping into my system.

I cannot even begin to describe how grateful I am that Laura was there with us. Her presence not only made the whole experience easier, but it also kept me in a relatively put together position.  She even drove my car so I could ride in the back with Hannah. I think both Hannah and I would have been much worse off if I had to strap her into the car seat and leave her in the back alone.

Even with her sitting still in the car I couldn't get a good look at the cut and was still wondering if I should even be taking her to the ER, if maybe I was overreacting.  The guys who took her stats in the first room seemed to think it was "just an abrasion" so I was starting to feel a little embarrassed. I decided that even if it was something small that didn't warrant a trip to the ER, at least they'd be able to clean her up and sterilize her which was more than I was going to be able to do considering how strong and squirmy my child is.

While waiting for the pediatrician, Hannah fell asleep on me. It was nap time and she'd been screaming pretty hard for a while.  She stayed asleep while the pediatrician inspected her face which was awesome because prior to that, she buried her face in my chest when anyone tried to look at it. He recommended a stitch because it's pretty deep in one part and it's her face, her beautiful little perfect face, and who wants a scar on their face?  He made it sound like stitching it would ensure a less bad scar.

The lady doing the stitching came in to talk next and explained that if it were anywhere else on her body, they'd just glue it, but the bridge of her nose is too close to her eye for glue.  She said the other option was some piece of tape thingy but it was no good until it stopped bleeding (which it showed no signs of doing) and she worried that Hannah would pick at it.  So a stitch it is....

A dramatic ER shot taken right after she woke up from her nap.

Then we had to talk about numbing agents...They've got some gel thing they use but Hannah would have to sit still with it on her face for 25 minutes and not touch it....The stitcher lady seemed to think that wasn't likely, and I had to agree with her. She said it'd be silly to use a needle because Hannah would have to get stuck with the needle twice to numb it and then she'd get the stitch for a total of three prick. Or we could forgo the numbing and she could just get one stitch.  It was settled: Hannah was to receive one stitch with no numbing agent/pain killer.  I was second guessing these decisions left and right. Part of me wanted to just pack up and head home and return to the time when it was probably just a small cut that would be fine.  It went from being an abrasion to a laceration in a matter of 30 minutes.

They readied their little room and then called for me to bring in Hannah. She was immediately swaddled very tightly in a sheet to pin her down.  An orderly held her head straight, and I held her legs.  Hannah screamed, I sobbed. I tried so hard to tell her it was okay, but she wasn't looking at me or listening to me.  She just kept looking back and forth to the lady with the plastic shield over her face who did the stitching and the orderly who had her pinned. She looked so scared. I really can't think of a worse experience in my 30 years of life.

And then it was over.  We went back to the little curtained room where Laura was waiting, and I nursed Hannah.  Afterward she was in good spirits so I put her shoes on her and let her walk out of the hospital. Well, I let her walk until I saw a creepy guy on a bed in the hallway clutching one of those sausage shaped plastic containers (bed pan? puke pan??).  That grossed me out so I picked her up and hightailed it out of there.  We were the only ones in the ER when we go there so it had seemed like a nice, clean place, but people were showing up as we were leaving so no need to linger!

Hannah seemed unphased by the whole thing for most of the rest of the day until bedtime when she clung to me a little longer than usual. I'm hoping she sleeps well because that was a lot of stress and her nap today was very short.

And now for some post-stitch photos:

Having a snack back at home. 

You can see her wound pretty well in this one as well as the bruise on her cheek.  The stitch continued to bleed all afternoon so that's why it looks open like that.

Blurry and obviously not a good photo, but evidence that her spirits did bounce back pretty quickly after getting stitched.

Her First Shiner

I totally forgot to tell you guys that Hannah has her first black eye, but if you looked closely at the pics from my last post, you might have noticed it yourself. While I have to take full responsibility for her careening down the stairs and also for her burning her hand on the pot that was boiling ravioli (did I tell you about that one??), Eric gets to take responsibility for the black eye.  The story I heard goes like this: They were playing in her room. She bent over to pick something up and while doing so, her butt bumped into something behind her which propelled her forward into her toy chest. It's easier to demonstrate than to describe....but hopefully that description was adequate enough to give you a visual. I haven't taken any new pics since the last post and anyway, it's fading now, but you can see it pretty well in those pics (it really goes with the ensemble, don't you think??) so check it out.

In case I forgot to mention the stove incident, that story goes like this: While I was making pesto, Hannah pulled out the drawer underneath the oven where we keep the cookie tins, stood up on top of the drawer using the oven handle to pull herself up, and laid her palm flat on the side of a pot of boiling water. I saw the whole thing but my reaction time sucked so my scoop up and save was milliseconds too late. I am crediting gymnastics to her quickness, her agility, and her creativity when it comes to climbing up on things (I was very impressed that she thought to use the oven drawer as a stepping stool). She did end up with a small blister on her thumb which was a much better ending that I'd anticipated considering she palmed the pot. After the scoop-up save I frantically attempted to soak her hand in ice water but since I was also holding and comforting her, I only had one hand free to force the soaking, and the kid is strong. She didn't want her hand in that cold water so she fought me with everything she had.  Since she refused the soaking, I thought for sure she'd end up with a giant blister covering her entire hand, but nope.  Oh, and this happened the weekend before the stairs fiasco...

In spite of all this, she's fine. The blister is gone, the black eye is fading, and I never did find any physical (or mental/emotional) sign of her flying experience with the stairs. I, on the other hand, have copious amounts of adrenaline coursing through my bloodstream these days and am finding regular deep breathing an absolute must.  Being responsible for the well being of such a strong, creative, and daring toddler is more fun than just about anything I've ever done, but it's also overwhelmingly stressful. I'm dreading the teen years and have fingers crossed that she retains her super human resiliency.

Taking the Stairs...And Playing with Kylie

I am starting to understand the importance of baby proofing your house.  Prior to this week, I assumed that as long as we taught Hannah properly, we didn't need to put up gates and plug up the electrical sockets, but yesterday, she log rolled down an entire flight of stairs. Fortunately, she's fine. I scooped her up (after a brief pause in which I wondered whether or not I should move her) and ran next door for help assessing the situation. MC started to feel around for bumps but then Hannah spotted Louie (their cat) and squirmed her way out of our arms so that she could run after him, who'd taken off up their stairs. (It should be noted that she was chasing the cat when she took off up (and then down) our stairs.)  It took me another 20 minutes to stop shaking and breathe normally.

This means that Eric is right, and that I need to hover over her more, especially when she's on the stairs. Since I'm with her more, I've become pretty confident in her abilities. I've watched Hannah crawl up and down the stairs with no help from me a kabillion times in the last few months.  She's gotten so good at getting down stairs that she doesn't even take them one at a time now, she just sort of straightens her legs and slides down a couple at a time (on her belly).  It's really cute, ask Joel, he got to witness it.  The problem is that she's gotten too confident and keeps trying to go down the stairs like a grown up, you know, standing up and facing forward, rather than laying on her belly.  The additional problem is that, like I said, I've gotten overly confident in my super child's abilities and have therefore allowed her some more space than I probably should have.

In addition to the stairs, she also walked off the booth/bench thing of our dining room table earlier today.  It should be noted again, that SHE KNOWS HOW TO ROLL ONTO HER BELLY AND SLIDE SLOWLY OFF OF THE BENCH, just like she knows how to crawl down the stairs.  Why the sudden obsession with leaping off things???  (Oh, and she was fine again; I was close enough when she walked off that I caught her before she hit the floor.)  I'm exhausted from all the adrenaline rushes, but she seems pretty resilient.

We've had a lot of fun this week, and since Grammy is bringing cousin Clay for a visit tomorrow, I've gotta start getting some of these pictures posted! Kylie came over Monday afternoon to play while her mommy and daddy worked. We hopped back and forth between their house and ours which passed the time and kept the girls stimulated.  They played together pretty well, though Hannah had her moments of attitude.  Lucky for her Kylie is pretty laid back and patient and didn't seem to mind.

Hannah sharing her snack with Kylie.

Showing Kylie how to honk the horn on her car.

Playing in Hannah's room.

Playing in Kylie's yard.

Kylie wanted to push.