One of the boys was "being a ninja" while holding a broom, and Hannah got whacked.
Once I got a look at the source of the gushing, I knew it would need stitches.
Yup, too deep for glue.
So I grabbed her blanket and Brianna and I took her to urgent care.
She perked up quite a bit when Brianna found a vending machine and got her some Skittles.
But eventually, the nurse came in to clean her owie.
Oooh, that stings a little.
She was SO brave!
I was so proud of her!
Irrigating the wound annoyed her a little, but she was a trooper about it.
Nice and clean. No hope of gluing that shut.
I told her about the needle, but I might have left out the part where they were going to stab her over and over and over with it.
She was amazing.
She looked into my eyes and breathed with me and didn't cry or flinch a bit!
She wasn't crazy about the "sterile field" towel.
Bri caught this. Cracks me up!
Before long, the PA had 5 stitches in, and we were almost done.
She was SO so brave and strong. At one point, I had to tell her to hold still--not that she was crying or thrashing, she was *giggling*! The PA was really impressed with her, too.
Now we're home and she's resting comfortably. Her clothes are soaking in the washer. (Yes, I'm that shallow mom who thought, "Don't bleed on your Christmas dress!") We're supposed to go back to get the stitches out in 5 days. Never a dull moment.
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