Some of you saw my facebook status asking...
"Was it the sometimes uncoordinated, crazy first child or the "I want to do it myself," independent middle child that was the first to need stitches?" (or something like that)...
Those of you who guessed Camille are correct! She and Adeline were
being crazy playing on our bed when Camille took a dive over the edge and hit her head on my bedside table. The cut was short but deep. She happened to chose a day when we were headed to the clinic anyway for Nathaniel's two week well check up. We swung by daddy's office, where the girls were going to stay to color/read/play leapster while I took Nathaniel to his appointment. Change of plans....I took Adeline with me to Nathaniel's apt (he's healthy...weighing in at 8lbs, 9oz), and Patrick took Camille to the ER for stitches. We all convened there.
|Might as well use the waiting time to hold my baby brother!|
|They wrapped her in a sheet like a burrito, and she insisted that mommy hold her.|
|She SCREAMED the whole time and broke my heart.|
|When it was done, they gave her a popsicle, and like a light switch, she was "all better." "This pah-sicle is nummy, mommy." ....and she's been her joyful self ever since.|