Yesterday was busy, but in a bad way, and at five pm there were still AC guys at my house (oh, hadn't I mentioned that the kids' AC and our AC are broken? And our freezer too?) and I was frustrated and grumpy. So when they left, I announced that we were going for a quick swim before I made dinner. The kids were happy because they hadn't had much exercise at all during the day. They were having a great time playing when I looked up and saw Lizzie jump off the edge of the pool right at the corner, and bonk her face on the side. I grabbed her immediately and could see that her face below her lip was bleeding, so I pressed the towel on it and gathered our stuff and tried to get Tommy to come out of the water and tried to get my phone to work but my hands were wet so I couldn't get it to unlock and tried to pretend to be calm so that she wouldn't scream any louder or be any more freaked out than she already was.
Eli rushed home, we packed everyone in the car and drove to Muscat Private Hospital. It was tough to decide where to take her and I'm embarrassed to admit that from the very moment I realized she had a cut on her face, I was fixated on whether she will have a scar. The doctor who treated Lizzie seemed great to us but of course we have no freaking idea. She has a huge cut inside her mouth as well as the one outside, so she required two stitches inside, and four outside.
Despite a confident doctor with a kind-if-matter-of-fact bedside manner, it was a horrible parenting experience from start to finish because she was furious and kept screaming "NEVER DO THAT AGAIN EVER TO ME" whenever the doctor touched her. Eli and I were assisting: he held her down and I held the iPad so that she could watch 'Tangled' in her (few and far between) calm moments.
And when it was all over, she just looked at us with huge eyes, like she just couldn't believe what had happened. (I am choosing not to read any blame into her expressive eyes.)
Her doctor didn't want her to go to school today but I took her for the first hour because I didn't want her to miss the entire first day. She woke up this morning in a great mood and feeling very normal. She is proud to be on a liquid diet for two days (she's having a milkshake for lunch) and is pleased to be having some television time this morning. I have no idea when I will recover, however.
Eli rushed home, we packed everyone in the car and drove to Muscat Private Hospital. It was tough to decide where to take her and I'm embarrassed to admit that from the very moment I realized she had a cut on her face, I was fixated on whether she will have a scar. The doctor who treated Lizzie seemed great to us but of course we have no freaking idea. She has a huge cut inside her mouth as well as the one outside, so she required two stitches inside, and four outside.
Despite a confident doctor with a kind-if-matter-of-fact bedside manner, it was a horrible parenting experience from start to finish because she was furious and kept screaming "NEVER DO THAT AGAIN EVER TO ME" whenever the doctor touched her. Eli and I were assisting: he held her down and I held the iPad so that she could watch 'Tangled' in her (few and far between) calm moments.
And when it was all over, she just looked at us with huge eyes, like she just couldn't believe what had happened. (I am choosing not to read any blame into her expressive eyes.)
Her doctor didn't want her to go to school today but I took her for the first hour because I didn't want her to miss the entire first day. She woke up this morning in a great mood and feeling very normal. She is proud to be on a liquid diet for two days (she's having a milkshake for lunch) and is pleased to be having some television time this morning. I have no idea when I will recover, however.
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