See that mirror down there? Well, that shattered right on Poppy's head last week. I was vacuuming, she crawled away, saw the mirror falling on her, it was too late. It was the saddest sight...Poppy sitting in shattered glass just shocked by the impact. Thanks goodness she didn't start crawling in it.
Reyn was home (he saved my life!) and ran and picked her up. She had a small cut on her head that I saw immediately but then Reyn said calmly, "so...she may have a cut on her back." I lost it...started crying. She had a deep cut on her lower back that was bleeding pretty bad. My heart sank and we ran over to the hospital (only a block away). I'm sure we were being overly protective being new parents but when the nurse asked my last name I could barley say it because I was crying so hard. Maybe I was just the crazy one. Thank goodness Reyn was with me. He kept me calm and hung with Pops while I ran around trying to figure out our insurance stuff. Isn't that sad that I couldn't even stay with Poppy but had to deal with insurance?
Long story short, my pediatrician (who is also a couple blocks away) ended up just gluing the wound shut.
Poppy was such an angel. She only cried for a couple minutes right after the mirror fell and then partied at the hospital. Climbing all over the hospital beds, smiling at the nurses. That made me feel even worse! Of course I felt like it was my fault. She survived though!! One emergency room visit down...let's hope that's our last!
Her gash one week after. And she's wearing the same blood stained T Shirt. Blood wouldn't come out...and I still had her wear it??
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