Sunday, February 7, 2010
Under the loving, caring supervision of my mother, my sister and my sister-in-law, the kiddos evaded stitches, broken bones, ER visits and even so much as a bump or bruise and had a marvelous time being spoiled by aunties and grandparents!
That is until….
Until I was an hour away making the final leg of my trip by car back home. I received a phone call that Evie had slipped while dancing in her socks and whacked the bridge of her nose on an iron rung on our barstool.
Because Evie cried herself to sleep (wouldnt you?) and was a bit lethargic, there was concern about a possible concussion, so her sweet pediatrician told me to bring her in right away to be monitored.
Poor little baby slept in my arms through half the exam and then woke screaming. Our wonderful Dr. did a thorough check and said she couldn’t rule out that Evie may have broken her nose.
However, until the swelling goes down, it is not easy to access so we’ll go back in two weeks for the verdict. She felt confident that there was not internal bleeding and that the risk of anesthesia needed for a CT scan wasn’t worth it unless Evie became more symptomatic. We were told to monitor her closely and wake her every 3 hours through the night to make sure she wasnt sleeping too soundly.
That was no problem since she didnt sleep that night!
Scars may be sexy on guys.
Bruises a sign of power and athleticism.
However Evie darling, this particular shade of black and blue is not becoming on a princess!