Spent the afternoon in the ER today. Youngest daughter had split her head open on our wooden swingset. She was swinging on the rope that’s attached to a part of it, and slammed her head into a corner of the wooden post.
The good news was that while it bled some it didn’t bleed as profusely as middle daughter’s forehead gash from last year and it didn’t require stitches. She was also able to walk around and hold the frozen peas on her head by herself.
The bad news was that it required two staples.
The good news was that we got in and out in an hour and she didn’t have a concussion.
The bad news was that those staples hurt. A lot.
The good news was that I didn’t cry at all and I wasn’t even shaken up by the whole thing so I was able to think clearly and I didn’t panic.
The bad news was, youngest daughter cried piercing cries for 15 minutes after staples went in.
It’s been a hard week.
And tomorrow we go to Mrs. P’s wake.
It’s going to end hard too.