Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sophia and the Purple Band-Aid
Sophie is my accident prone child.
Just yesterday she spilled hot soup all over herself, fell and skinned her knee outside and managed to fall off the couch in such a manner that she bruised her arm. Mostly she's pretty tough--a kiss and a Band-Aid will fix pretty much anything--as long as there isn't any blood.
However, if there is blood, I must prepare myself for lots of inconsolable shrieking and general hysterics. It doesn't matter if there is just the teensiest bit--Sophie is horrified by it. Fortunately, there has never been enough blood to make me worry too much.
At least, there never has been until this past Sunday during Sacrament Meeting.
I was trying to listen to the talk about how to trust in the Lord and not worry about the future when Sophia dropped the book she was reading. As she tried to get it, she somehow fell out of the bench and hit her head on the pew in front of us. Anticipating her loud wailing, I snatched her up and attempted to carry her out of the chapel before the screaming could disturb the congregation. I would have succeeded, too, if the door at the front of the chapel nearest to where we were sitting hadn't been locked! Instead, I had to run up the aisle, holding her head into my shoulder to muffle the crying until I got into the foyer.
When I got out of the chapel, I sat down and rocked her for a few minutes and then decided to take a look at the damage. I was expecting a goose-egg or maybe a bruise, but what I saw was blood everywhere. In her hair, on her face, in her mouth, on my dress, in her ears.
Trying to maintain calm and not scare her, I hurried into the bathroom and started cleaning her up. I was a little bit afraid of what I might find underneath all of that blood, and began to plan how I would go back into the chapel to get my car keys and let the older girls know I was taking Sophie to get stitches and hope Joel wouldn't get too worried while sitting up on the stand watching and wondering what was happening.
Luckily, when I finally got her mostly clean, I could see that it was just a little gash. She must have hit the corner of the hymn book holder just right. Who knew such a little wound could produce such a scary amount of blood?
The next task was to go to the library and locate the first-aid kit. The librarian helped me find some antibiotic ointment and a box of multi-colored Band-Aids. Sophia chose purple.
I carefully applied the purple bandage, kissed her forehead, and headed back into Sacrament Meeting. Sophie retrieved her book and began to read and I resumed listening to the speaker. And all was again right in the world.