The day before yesterday, the kids and I were hanging around the house. I was thinking about grocery shopping (due to a late October snowstorm, we had no power for awhile and lost all things in our fridge). Im standing at the kitchen counter when all of a sudden, Audra trips, and falls face first into the edge of the counter and then falls straight back onto the floor. I scoop her up immediately, look at her face, and see nothing but blood. A lot of blood. I go to reach for a paper towel, then think better of it, and go and grab a black pair of pajamas pants (you know, so she wouldnt see all of the blood and freak out even more). I realize, after cleaning her up some, that she has either bit completely through her lip, or the counter cut her lip. Either way, I know we have to go to the E.R.
Fast forward a couple of HOURS...we are sitting in an exam room, waiting for the doctor. Nick has joined us from work. Finally doctor comes in, takes a look (as Audra screams) and tells us she needs a stitch or two. How do you stitch the lip of a 3 year old, you ask? You must put them to sleep, right? You know, since they will inevitably fight you and make it impossible to stitch them up (in our case, we actually opted for the glue)...especially since its on the face and you need to do a good job to prevent a disfiguring scar. NOPE. They do something even less traumatizing. They take a bed sheet, fold it in half, and wrap the child like a mummy. Then they make you lay on your back while you bear hug the child and squeeze them to death. All the while you have a nurse holding the childs head still and squeezing the jaw shut-and a nurse holding down the legs. This is all kinds of awesome. Not really.
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