Yesterday I hit a parenting milestone.
I took a child to the ER to get stitches. Now, sure, I've been there (or the urgent care) for broken bones, pneumonia, ear infections, nasty bumps to the head and other such things. But so far I've avoided the stitches, for which I was glad.
But, I have Sophia for a daughter. It was inevitable that she get stitches at some point.
Yesterday, I got home from teaching lessons, and I wanted to finish my book because I only had two chapters left and it was pretty good. Plus, I was tired. So, I got my book and got in bed to finish reading it. After I finished, I planned to clean up and get lunch for the girls (we're on spring break, so everyone is home).
Sophia came in for a minute and asked me something, then bounded out of the room. At least, she started to bound out of the room, but she tripped and fell and hit her head on (I assume) the dresser. The way I was sitting on the bed didn't allow me to see exactly how she fell or what she hit. The wailing started and she came back around for a hug.
Then I asked her where it hurt, and she told me it was her ear. So I went to examine it, and I found quite a bit of blood.
It looked like someone had actually taken scissors and cut her earlobe, that's how clean the cut was. I cannot fathom how she managed to do it. It was extremely gross, and aren't you glad I'm telling you all about it? Just be happy I'm not including pictures.
Seriously, I do much better with broken bones.
Joel had just taken the car to work, and was in staff meeting. I tried calling him a few times, but finally texted him. The message was no more intelligible this time than my texts usually are and it said:
Come good now!
Sophia offers stitches.
He finally called back, on his way home, and we hauled everyone to the Emergency Room. I worried the entire drive that there would be a raised eyebrow or two, considering her face hasn't yet healed from the last incident. Fortunately, that wasn't the case, although they did ask.
Sophia was a trooper. She didn't cry at all while the doctor numbed her ear with the syringe (ears don't take to numbing gel, apparently) and the only sound she made was to tell the doctor that he was hurting her ear as he stitched her up. She got a cute little stuffed moose for her bravery and she lived happily ever after.
Until the next time she hurts herself, anyway.