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Christmas Recap Part I

We spent our Christmas Eve in the emergency room. As my Dad said, "these things always happen at the worst time."
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Mary slipped on the rug in the kitchen and fell, hitting her cheek on the round drawer pull. The force of the fall caused her cheek to split open under her eye.
The doctor considered stitches because they cut was so wide but thankfully decided to glue the cut closed, instead. (Emma found this quite comical and interesting. I’m going to have to hide the Elmer’s next time she get hurt.) Gluing the cut closed means wrapping them up tightly in a blanket, arms pinned beside them, while they apply the glue ("which might sting") to the cut. Then after they are finished applying the glue, she has to stay wrapped until it dries. It was horrible. Thankfully, Dan was at her head, and I was holding her legs, where I had the freedom to cry in shared agony over my daughter’s distress.
But, she (we) made it through. She came home, took a three hour nap and we skipped the Christmas Eve service at church, opting for a dress-up dinner instead. (not sure why Mary was sporting a hat at dinner. But I’m sure Emma had something to do with it…)
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Now, four days later, she’s already picked the glue off her cheek to reveal a tender scar underneath that we are babying with polysporin and vitamin E oil.

More Christmas recap to come later, where I relish in all the wonderful gifts– given and received, and the good times had by all….

We spent our Christmas Eve in the emergency room. As my Dad said, "these things always happen at the worst time."
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Mary slipped on the rug in the kitchen and fell, hitting her cheek on the round drawer pull. The force of the fall caused her cheek to split open under her eye.
The doctor considered stitches because they cut was so wide but thankfully decided to glue the cut closed, instead. (Emma found this quite comical and interesting. I’m going to have to hide the Elmer’s next time she get hurt.) Gluing the cut closed means wrapping them up tightly in a blanket, arms pinned beside them, while they apply the glue ("which might sting") to the cut. Then after they are finished applying the glue, she has to stay wrapped until it dries. It was horrible. Thankfully, Dan was at her head, and I was holding her legs, where I had the freedom to cry in shared agony over my daughter’s distress.
But, she (we) made it through. She came home, took a three hour nap and we skipped the Christmas Eve service at church, opting for a dress-up dinner instead. (not sure why Mary was sporting a hat at dinner. But I’m sure Emma had something to do with it…)
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Now, four days later, she’s already picked the glue off her cheek to reveal a tender scar underneath that we are babying with polysporin and vitamin E oil.

More Christmas recap to come later, where I relish in all the wonderful gifts– given and received, and the good times had by all….

12 comments on “Christmas Recap Part I”

  1. awwww…poor little thing..i so feel for youwhen “six” was about fourhe fell down the stairsand split his ear so badi thought he had torn part of it off and they also had to “glue” to closed…you wish so much that it could be you and not them on that table…but sounds like you gotta little trouper on your hands 🙂

  2. What a story to tell when she is older. Glad to hear she is OK.I know exactly how you feel being at the hospital and seeing your baby being fixed up. It breaks a mommies heart.

  3. Poor baby…the emergency room is awful..I have had my share of that kind of drama too, so I feel for ya. I hope she heals quickly and keeps her little fingers off! (wishful thinking huh?)

  4. poor baby!!! I’m so sorry. we haven’t had to make the big trip to the emergency room yet but with ezra as active and into everything as he is, I predict our day will come. and soon. ava was horribly sick with a fever and cough on christmas eve/christmas day. it’s no fun! but you know, we’ll be talking about these christmases for the rest of our lives.

  5. Of course you know I can sympathize with Mary’s injury! It is so hard to see your child hurt. I’m glad you had a wonderful holiday with your husband and kids!

  6. I just found your blog and have enjoyed reading your posts. This story reminded me one of my own childhood stories. I was young, probably about four and don’t remember the event but my Granny loved to tell the story. I had to go to the ER to get stitches above my eye. I was wrapped tightly in a papoose and the only thing sticking out was my feet. I was very upset and cried to my Granny “Dranny, tiss my foot”Your girls are beautiful!

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