Payton lost the fight.
WARNING ... this post is not for those with a weak stomach.
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Don't say I didn't warn ya. Because I did.
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This afternoon, I was making dinner in the kitchen, enjoying life as all three of my kids had themselves happily encompassed in separate activities not more than 15 feet from me. Nobody was bothering anyone.
Ahh ... peace.
Until ... Payton started crying. Crying loudly. Screaming. Screaming at the top of her lungs.
What in the heck? I quickly ran over to her and found this ... the crime scene ...
Clearly this picture was taken after I removed the culprit from the scene and tended to my daughter. But you get the picture.
The culprit ...
This guitar had been leaning in the corner behind the piano that Payton was playing with. She must have moved the piano in such a way that it bumped the guitar, causing it to fall.
It fell on her. On her head. It hit her right smack dab in the middle of her forehead.
There was blood everywhere, gushing out of her forehead. A huge pile of blood on the flooras you can see above. I immediately put pressure on her forehead and yelled for Mason to get me some paper towels.
The thing would not stop bleeding. I completely panicked and knew I had to get her to the hospital, but I wasn't sure how I was going to do that with me, three kids and a gushing forehead.
I applied pressure for several minutes until the bleeding slowed down. In the interim, Mason got me the phone so I could call for help. The only problem was my mind was racing so fast that I could barely remember anyone's phone number.
I called my friend Jodi who lives around the corner first ... I figured she could get to me the fastest. NO ANSWER. I called my sister several times. NO ANSWER. I called my husband several times. NO ANSWER. I called my mom several times on two different cell phones. NO ANSWER.
Seriously people!
Those were the phone numbers I knew off the top of my head. My cell phone was elsewhere in the house and I couldn't get to it. I knew I needed to call my sister-in-law, but my brain was not functioning. So ... I have to apologize to the person whose phone number is 414-659-1271 ... I really didn't mean to bother you and I'm sorry if I sounded like a frazzled lunatic ... but at that moment I was. That phone number would be the area code of my sister-in-law's cell phone, combined with portions of my fax number.
Sigh.
I finally pulled myself together and got her number right. SHE ANSWERED. Thank God for her! She said she'd meet me at the hospital and off we went. On our way there, I finally reached my mom and Kyle, both of whom planned to meet me at the hospital too.
Upon arrival, I took this picture of Payton with my cell phone ...
After having Payton's wound numbed and cleaned, I was amazed at how tiny the gash was. The strange thing was that it looked like a hole in her head ... probably about 2mm in diameter. Who knew that so much blood could come from such a small gash? The RN decided that Payton needed to have stitches and agreed that liquid stitches would do the trick. Phew.
But nonetheless, I knew Payton would put up a good fight. We had to restrain her using a pillowcase ... thank God the actual closing of the gash didn't take that long. Although, just a few seconds of what we experienced seemed like an eternity.
Our pretty princess got a McD's happy meal on our way home for being such a champ. Here she is enjoying her fries and chocolate milk ... all while making sure to let us know she has a boo-boo. Poor baby girl ...
Now I'm off to find thatdamn guitar ... it is going in the trash!
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Don't say I didn't warn ya. Because I did.
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This afternoon, I was making dinner in the kitchen, enjoying life as all three of my kids had themselves happily encompassed in separate activities not more than 15 feet from me. Nobody was bothering anyone.
Ahh ... peace.
Until ... Payton started crying. Crying loudly. Screaming. Screaming at the top of her lungs.
What in the heck? I quickly ran over to her and found this ... the crime scene ...
Clearly this picture was taken after I removed the culprit from the scene and tended to my daughter. But you get the picture.
The culprit ...
This guitar had been leaning in the corner behind the piano that Payton was playing with. She must have moved the piano in such a way that it bumped the guitar, causing it to fall.
It fell on her. On her head. It hit her right smack dab in the middle of her forehead.
There was blood everywhere, gushing out of her forehead. A huge pile of blood on the floor
The thing would not stop bleeding. I completely panicked and knew I had to get her to the hospital, but I wasn't sure how I was going to do that with me, three kids and a gushing forehead.
I applied pressure for several minutes until the bleeding slowed down. In the interim, Mason got me the phone so I could call for help. The only problem was my mind was racing so fast that I could barely remember anyone's phone number.
I called my friend Jodi who lives around the corner first ... I figured she could get to me the fastest. NO ANSWER. I called my sister several times. NO ANSWER. I called my husband several times. NO ANSWER. I called my mom several times on two different cell phones. NO ANSWER.
Seriously people!
Those were the phone numbers I knew off the top of my head. My cell phone was elsewhere in the house and I couldn't get to it. I knew I needed to call my sister-in-law, but my brain was not functioning. So ... I have to apologize to the person whose phone number is 414-659-1271 ... I really didn't mean to bother you and I'm sorry if I sounded like a frazzled lunatic ... but at that moment I was. That phone number would be the area code of my sister-in-law's cell phone, combined with portions of my fax number.
Sigh.
I finally pulled myself together and got her number right. SHE ANSWERED. Thank God for her! She said she'd meet me at the hospital and off we went. On our way there, I finally reached my mom and Kyle, both of whom planned to meet me at the hospital too.
Upon arrival, I took this picture of Payton with my cell phone ...
After having Payton's wound numbed and cleaned, I was amazed at how tiny the gash was. The strange thing was that it looked like a hole in her head ... probably about 2mm in diameter. Who knew that so much blood could come from such a small gash? The RN decided that Payton needed to have stitches and agreed that liquid stitches would do the trick. Phew.
But nonetheless, I knew Payton would put up a good fight. We had to restrain her using a pillowcase ... thank God the actual closing of the gash didn't take that long. Although, just a few seconds of what we experienced seemed like an eternity.
Our pretty princess got a McD's happy meal on our way home for being such a champ. Here she is enjoying her fries and chocolate milk ... all while making sure to let us know she has a boo-boo. Poor baby girl ...
Now I'm off to find that