Yesterday started off like any other summer-fun-day-Monday…
The kids ran errands with Mom---acquired some moving boxes (and yes, Sav buckled before I began driving)
They received a package from Grammy in the mail… GOGGLES! And instantaneously morphed into quadling superheroes…
Later that evening, after cleaning out closets & the entire garage (I threw this in there to let you know how sweaty and gross I was), and helping the kiddos save the world from imminent danger…
I was on the phone trying to make another hospital payment from Sav’s 20+ hospital visits/surgeries (it’s a never-ending bill, folks)…
I couldn’t hear a thing, so I sent all of the kids outside with Dad who was grilling…
All of a sudden Sav starts screaming (like she had been doing all day---fighting with her brothers, nothing new)…I was furious. The lady could not hear a word I was saying! I promptly kicked Sav outside.
Joe thought she had gotten in trouble for fighting yet again and told her to be quiet. It wasn’t until he saw the brothers getting Sav paper towels and tending to her cries (aww) that he noticed she was bleeding from her ear!!!
WORST. PARENTS. EVER.
Apparently, she had been sprinting through the living room, tripped, and fell head first into the corner of a barstool. (EXACT same scenario from her last ER trip about a year ago with a facial laceration). Yep, she’s graceful, folks…
We were sent from (1) a Care Now clinic, to (2) a pediatric emergency clinic to (3) finally Cook Children’s Emergency Room (I was trying to avoid the hospital ER at all costs---knowing it would be a 5 hour endeavor at least!).
LONG DAY. (6:00pm to 12:30am)
The outside pinna of her ear was almost completely severed off. Ewww. Sav getting stitched up. 10 stitches to be exact.
While at the hospital, Sav made sure to tell every person she came into contact with that she: (1) had 3 brothers; (2) was a quadruplet; and (3) that I was a nurse. Her banter with the child life specialist and medical staff had me dying laughing. Definitely her Daddy’s little girl. Hilarious.
She was so brave. I just kept sitting there thinking how much she has grown in the last year. She didn’t fight the nurses or scream. I was so proud of her!
Sav’s quiet sobs, broke my heart. Her poor pitiful face and puffy eyes make her look 2 years old in this pic. Sweet baby girl.
Beautiful stitch job, as always~ Cook Children’s wound care team rocks my socks off!
Little Miss Priss scored a rainbow popsicle…by this time it was 11:45pm. Exhausted.
I promised her a treat of any kind at the ole Café on our way out. I just love this picture! She’s so proud.
My daughter will always and forever remain MY HERO.
TOUGH AS NAILS.
(but seriously Sav… NO MORE HOSPITAL TRIPS!)