Good news, bad news…
Good news: Mary Clare slept through the night last night. Bad news: McCanless didn’t. We had already been playing musical beds last night, so when I heard an extremely loud thud on the floor of my bedroom, I was confused as to who actually fell, Mel?, McCanless?, myself? (I’m so sleep deprived lately, I wouldn’t be surprised to find my self falling out of bed) After I jumped up out of bed and scooped McCanless up, I tucked her back under the covers, and checked on the rest of the household. It was 1am and Mary Clare had not woken up yet!! Mel was in McCanless’ bed, Mary Clare on top of him. Oh well, what ever works, right!? I went back into my bedroom to find McCanless’ face covered in blood. I grabbed my shoes and we headed straight for the ER, barely giving Mel time to even realize what had happened.
Sex and the City, Scrubs, and Sinfield later we were called back. (Also after 30 minutes of trying to convince McCanless that Carrie and her friends were MARRIED, because when girls kiss boys, they are married, right?) A gentleman to the right of us found it comical that I would even attempt to explain anything after I spent half of the show covering her eyes. I was glad to be rid of his smirks and giggles. I had no patience this night.
THEN, it took me 45 minutes to calm her down after the nurse said, “Looks like she’ll need stitches.” I didn’t even think McCanless knew what stitches were! (Apparently, her cut was too deep for the glue) Forgot to mention that I think she cut her eyelid on her silver heart charm necklace during the fall.
Finally, McCanless was okay, breathing normally, and stopped trying to sneak out of the ER, until they wrapped her up in a sheet like a huge albino burrito, and covered her face with another tiny sheet with only a hole opening over the “wound.” She kept yelling, “get me out of here!” and “I’m HOT!” I think she suffers from a bit of claustrophobia like her mother.
After a very long procedure, which was only long because McCanless found it necessary to ask the Doc to stop and pause every so often, we headed home. At 4:30 AM, I tucked McCanless back into my bed. She rolled over and said she couldn’t wait to show her friends her Daffy Duck band-aid and 5 stitches.
These were taken this morning around 4:30 am…
Here she is today, a bit more swollen and bruised…
3 Comments
Rebecca on May 1st, 2008
So glad McCanless is such a trooper! She should be very proud. Kerri, you can make anything hysterical! Oh, God did give you quite the sense of humor to endure all you have. Love the “save the date” invite! We are looking forward to it.
Erica May on May 1st, 2008
Oh Kerri,you have been through it all!! It just goes to show that things happen to ALL kids, so I guess we don’t have to always worry so much about Mary Clare and Emerson! We can’t wait for the party!
love,
Erica
Nonnie on May 1st, 2008
The “ups” and “downs” of being a parent NEVER stops (even for grandparents)
McCanless you are such a brave young lady. Your Mommie fell of the bed when she was about 3 or 4, and in the middle of the night; I took her to the emergency room just like you and had stitches!
She has a little scar on the top of her head-she will show you if you ask.
I’m sure all your friends were amazed at your stitches! You’re still just as pretty as ever!
Love, Nonnie