A Harrowing Morning

One of Blossom's favorite things is to carry something and walk around the house. This morning it was an empty plastic cup. Who would have thought, and I would LOVE if Mr. Spock was here to calculate the odds, that Blossom would fall and actually cut her nostril on the cup? But that is exactly what she did.

Nanny G. and I scooped her up and gathered the Branch (no easy task) to head for the doctor. Naturally I could NOT find a pair of shoes in a panic so I ended up putting some old Airwalks on. At least as we drove to the pediatrician's office, I had the sanity to remember their number and call them to say we were coming in on an emergency. The bleeding had subsided but the cut looked deep, about an eighth of an inch into the nostril.

The doctor had to clean the wound and the Blossom screamed bloody murder, even more so than when the accident actually happened. She wiggled so much (despite me and the doctor trying to hold her down) that she rubbed the paper on the table into her head. The paper was already wet from the irrigation liquid, so the Blossom was a mess of wet hair, tears and paper wads. Both of us were crying and the Branch too. The doctor remained COOL as a CUCUMBER and so did Nanny G.

Both kids were miserable and screaming because we left the house without them getting their morning naps. We were at the doctor's for about an hour and a half, which isn't bad, considering they were swamped with appointments. The Blossom was patched up with Dermabond and given a good prognosis. Dermabond is fantastic stuff. It's Superglue for the skin.

I was crying for most of the morning too, praying she wouldn't have a scar and other fears too deep-seated to mention. I was just a mess, basically, but it's hard to remain calm and positive with two screaming kids. I quickly began to feel that there's no hope that they'll EVER stop crying.