You bring in a bleeding baby!
Yes, it's true! Not even did I not have to fill out any paperwork, I was whisked past a
roomful of mask-wielding, phelgm-producing, H1N1 inhabiting people so that they could
tend to our blood dripping, yet smiling Charlie.
This is what happens when a toddler tips a chair backwards as they stand on the chair and rock it back and forth.
But SIX stitches later....you have an all fixed up little baby:
I am very proud of this little tough guy who laid still for over an hour as strangers
shined bright lights on his face, covered his face with a plastic drape, applied various stinky-smelling solutions to his chin and ultimately sewed him back together.
But nothing will stop Charlie from eating. Nothing.
I thought the funniest part of the whole adventure was when Doctor told us to keep the stitches dry and clean. I was like "are you serious?" Within 10 minutes of being home, Charlie had stuffed enough food between his skin and the bandaid that it actually just fell off, so I'm pretty sure we will not be very successful with that instruction.
Henry took the whole thing much harder than anyone:
But a very nice Nurse kept Henry company and entertained as Charlie got his stitches.
Henry told Nurse Sabrina all kinds of things...like that we went to Chuck E. Cheese last night (we didn't) and that we moved into a new house and he started a new school. He also said that our whole family has birthdays in June (??).
So for the next 8 days, we will be doing what we can to keep these little blue things clean and dry.
And after all was said and done, we ate chinese food.
And this was my fortune:
It says: "An unexpected event will soon make your life more exciting"
Like, no kidding.
I will soon have to write about how the significant things in Charlie's life seem to play out in fortune cookie fortunes. This isn't the first time this has happened. Very Strange.
Love, B
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