And the winner goes to..... Trey! If I had to bet, I would've said Trey would be my first to end up in the ER, and not just because he's a boy. Though, he is a very adventurous and dare-devil of a little boy. We had a hard time containing him tonight in the waiting room as he desperately climbed all over the chairs (with the hope of then jumping off I feel).
I use to get kind of annoyed when people would look at me in public places and comment that I had "my hands full." I even got some "hands full" comments this weekend when I was out with only Evangeline and Annabelle. Today as I was going about my various household tasks and my kids were coming right behind me and undoing said household tasks I thought to myself, "I have my hands full!"
For example, earlier today Evangeline was playing on the computer, Annabelle was in her bouncy seat on the counter, and Trey was hanging out trying to un-baby-proof some of my kitchen cabinets (something he's been quite successful at btw). I go to help Evangeline with her game and turn around 30 seconds later and Trey is standing on a step stool at the stove stirring my pot of HOT soup! Last week Evangeline fell into a hole (see previous post), yet it was doing something that we do almost every night that sent us to the ER: a bath!
I saw the whole thing happen, but I'm still not 100% sure how he fell. My best explanation is that he was quickly turning around and his leg slipped out from under him and he smacked his chin on the side of the tub. He wasn't standing up, but was kinda on his knees. As soon as I saw his chin, I knew he'd need an ER trip, and I was right. This was not his first accident of the day, either. He woke me up at 2:00 this morning crying for his paci. When I flipped on the light I discovered he had a busted lip, and a pretty bad one at that! Our theory is that he woke up, couldn't find his paci, and then ran into something in the dark trying to find it. He may have fallen out of the bed, but we don't think so.
He did pretty well getting his chin glued up. By far the most traumatic event of the evening was when they gave him a sucker for doing a good job, and then had to take it away because it was dripping all over his chin. :( Poor guy. They tried to switch his sucker for a dose of Bactrim, but it just wasn't the same at all!
Evangeline took a chunk out of her hair with a pair of scissors the day of the Connecticut shootings. And now Trey busted his lip the day of this terrible tornado in Oklahoma. It really does put things into perspective. As we were sitting in the waiting room with my happy, lively, yet slightly injured little boy and watching the news coverage of the tornado I couldn't help but thank God that this is all I have to deal with. I thought of all those other parents waiting in hospitals with their children or for word about what might have happened. Sometimes something that seems bad, like a busted lip, can be a reminder of all we have to be thankful for.
Trey is sleeping peacefully with his paci, monkey blanket, and big bandaid. What a blessing he is!
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