Lauren got some new skates for Christmas, and she & Sarah love skating around the basement. She's fallen a few times, but been ok. So when I hear her start crying really hard yesterday, I didn't wait to head down to the basement. She was standing up again, but still crying really hard. I didn't see anything, and was about to tell her she was ok, when I noticed a little blood on the under side of her chin. Whoops, a little scrape, I thought. I briefly wondered how she would do that--wouldn't she put out her hands as she fell, stopping her from scraping her chin on the floor?
We got her skates off, and brought her upstairs for a drink of water. She wanted a Band Aid (she loves Band Aids, wants them for every little thing), but I told her I had to clean it off first. When I took a closer look, I realized it wasn't a scrape, bit rather a slice, and a fairly substantial one at that. She was still doing that sobbing, can't catch my breath thing, so I got her a little more calmed down, then called our neighbor (thank you again, God, for moving me across the street from a family where both parents are nurses). The dad was home and confirmed my feeling that a visit to the Urgent Care Facility was in order. (We also found out that what she hit her chin on was a wooden doll bed. More incentive to do a mass garbage dump of all the stuff down there!)
I have to say, the UC did a good job--we were there less than an hour, and in the end Lauren didn't need stitches after all, but only a Steri-Strip and a gauze strip & some tape. A Super Band Aid, if you will! She even made it to dance class after that, and where is she right now?
Down in the basement with Sarah, rollerskating. Back on the horse, that's my girl!
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