So I really used to be so good at keeping track and writing stuff here. And then I've added more and more and kids and this has become less and less of a priority. But I LOVE being able to win an argument with Aaron about when or how something happened. So I need catch up because who knows when we'll be arguing about how old Abigail was when she busted her lip. Or whatever.
So 5 minutes into our first softball practice of the season, Abigail got hit in the face with a ball. They were just playing catch! The girl must have rifled it at her. I didn't see, because I was still filling out the contact information for the coach. We had literally just started. Abigail comes running to me, blood just absolutely everywhere and it is split just right in half. The coach confirmed what I already knew, stitches. So I call urgent care and they tell me because of her age and the location I needed to go to the hospital. So I try to think clearly. Of course Aaron is at work. I have 6 kids, the oldest is 10, the youngest is 7 months, and one of them is bleeding profusely from the mouth. Not exactly my happy place. And of course my bestie is out of town. So I start wracking my brain of people I can call. And I am so grateful for a wonderful ward and amazing people who will literally drop everything and come to my rescue. A good friend Rachel came with her family and watched my littles while Abigail and I ran off to get stitched up. By this point Abigail isn't crying anymore, she's just begging me to not take her the hospital. She's terrified of the emergency room. We call uncle Douger to help calm her down and talk her through what to expect. She was feeling a bit better as we entered the ER. In triage she told the nurse her pain was a 4, on a scale of 1-10. A 4! She is tough as nails, this kid. Then the nurse told us it would be upwards to 4-5 hours to wait. FOUR TO FIVE HOURS in the ER during flu season, with my child bleeding. Needless to say, I was not all too thrilled with this situation. So I started wracking my brain about who I knew who could possibly help us. I decided to text our dentist. I felt bad because I know he's really busy, and another dentist friend had told me it was probably best to stay at the ER, but I am SO SO SO grateful I texted him. He met me at the office 30 minutes later, and Abigail was so excited because she loves her dentist. She got to play on the Nintendo Switch, and watch a movie, and Dr. Kempton is so skilled with that novacaine that she really thought he was just putting a "bubble" in her mouth. He had done about 5 stitches when she asked, "When are you going to start the stitches?" He laughed and told her he was almost done. He was so impressed with her injury that he recorded it with his personal cell phone. Her lip tore right in half, so you could see her labial artery. He said it was nothing shy of a miracle that that artery was still intact. It was split all around it, but somehow it stayed put. So he sewed us up and sent us on our way. He is seriously amazing. And Abigail was not scarred for life by some scary PA at the hospital stitching her up.
Then the very next day, not even 24 hours later we were in the car for Mexico. And the picture of me and Nora pretty much sum up how the trip was for me. Thought I did get a few moments of solitude here and there. I feel so alive and connected at the beach. It is good for my soul to return often. However, maybe not with so many kids. But I do love my in-laws beach house and how secluded it is. It's just a haven for kids to run and play. They were able to spend hours each morning hunting for sea creatures, and we only saw one other family on the entire beach. It is amazing. Even if it was absolutely exhausting for me.
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