In the blue corner, wearing the pink princess footie jammies, weighing in at a squishy 34lbs, with a record of 3 and 0, hailing from Millington, TN, we have Leilea "The Berserker" Frisky. Don't let her rosy cheeks fool you, ladies and gentlemen. This one takes no prisoners.
This one is going to give me a heart attack.
Saturday night, we took Leilea to get the Frisky Five's first set of stitches.
(in the words of the kids at school) You see, what had happen was... I put up a big girl bed in her room. I was putting stuff away not more than two feet away from her when she rolled off the bed. Her fall was broken by her face and the corner of the armrest of the glider.
Seeing it all in slow motion, I was almost able to catch her. She cried for just a little bit but when I got a chance to look at it, my insides flinched. I'm sure if I had had the stomach to look closer I might have seen skull.
I got toilet paper on it and, speechless, I showed it to John. Sometimes we can't decide whether or not things are bad enough to go to the ER. This was not one of those times. Without question or hesitation, John got the other kids dressed and we were off to drop them off and go see what the damage was.
She never cried or fussed after that initial minute or two right after the fall but I knew what lay ahead. The little girl before us had her chin stitched up and I cried for her in the waiting room while we heard her cries (blood curdling screams) from the procedure room. She had to be bound to the table. My tears were for her but also in fear of what I knew was coming for Leilea. I don't think I could handle that. I planned on bailing.
She was checked for concussion, we were asked probing questions about how the fall happened, and then after a few hours (near 9pm) it was our turn to be sewn up.
She recognized the nurse from when he came and poked at her wound to see what kind of treatment it would need. When she saw him she kind of whimpered and hesitated and clung to me. He told her, "Don't worry, baby. Mommy's not going anywhere, I promise." Thanks, cause mommy fully intended to ask, plead, beg the nurses to hold her down so that John and I wouldn't have to.
We laid her on the table, gave her the usual set of comforts that go with bedtime and she fell asleep... he put on the topical numbing stuff... still sleeping... he prodded with a syringe of lidocaine in the wound to numb her a little deeper... sleeping... Finally he sewed her up with four stitches. Thank God for little miracles because she slept through the whole thing. It was bedtime and she'd had a big weekend, not to mention how tired she probably was from the incident itself.
Bless her crazy little heart.
