I had every intention of doing a post tonight in the old format of "Highlights of the Day." I thought about it all day. Had the bullet points in my head. But around 7:15 tonight, Hannah ran into the doorknob on the bathroom door and put a nasty gash on her forehead, right above her eyebrow. It bled like a bastard, but only for a few minutes. I honestly didn't know if it even warranted a trip to the ER, but it was pretty deep and I was worried about a scar for the rest of her life, so off we went. I'm glad I took her in.
She did, indeed, need stitches. Five of them to be exact. And let me tell you, I have NEVER been as proud of her as I was tonight. She didn't shed a SINGLE tear or make a SINGLE sound as they gave her the Novocain shots or stitched her up. Not a peep. We were all absolutely amazed. She is such a trooper.
And in true Hannah fashion, she could care less about the stitches. She was just excited that she got a bracelet with her name on it at the hospital. LOL!
That, and the fact that tomorrow, the kids are supposed to wear their pajamas to school, and she had gotten blood all over hers. So I had to do a load of laundry when we got home from the hospital, but it's the least I can do for the little sweetie. She was totally good to go by the time we got home.
She's "lucky" in that it's literally right along the top of her eyebrow, so even if it does scar, it won't be very noticeable at all. Princesses don't have scars, ya know? ;)
And she thinks she's cool because I have a scar on my forehead, an inch or so above her stitches, from when I had some when I was a kid. And Steve has one in his other eyebrow when he needed stitches as a kid. I think we've convinced her it's the mark of a true L-------- (<--insert our last name there).
And note that in the second photo, she's wearing her sequined dress-up shirt. Because the second we got home and walked in, she stipped off her bloody pajama top and declared that she was going to play dress up. LMAO!
So I'll post my Highlights for today, but I'll post them tomorrow. It was one hell of a day, lemme tell ya (beyond the stitches). Words cannot describe how glad I am that tomorrow is a new day....