"What's With the Band-Aid?"

You may have noticed something conspicuous and pink on Lilah's forehead in her birthday party pictures.  If you guessed princess Band-Aid, you are correct.  And it's not just for show, unfortunately.

On Friday morning, the day before her birthday party and two days after her fourth birthday, the incident occurred.  I was attempting to make going to the bathroom into a game, since it is something Lilah often resists and it can sometimes take a dramatic turn.  But in my attempt to avoid a big upset, I created even more drama.  I had scooped her up and was playfully stomping towards the bathroom with her in my arms when I heard a sickening thud.  Forehead meeting sharp corner of a wall, Mama's heart in her stomach.

I knew as soon as I saw it that it would probably need stitches.  So off we went to the emergency room at BC Children's.  The final tally was three stitches, two stickers, two popsicles, one plastic fairy wand and one very sorry mama. 

*Warning: the photos below show the cut quite clearly, so if you're squeamish about blood, skip right on down to the comments.

 

Thankfully, she forgave me almost right away.  I took a little longer to get to a place of self-forgiveness, but I'm pretty much there now. 

 

The stitches came out today, and now all that's left is to protect the scar from the sun for, oh, pretty much the rest of her life!

 

 



Wordful Wednesday: Surgery Day

Valentine's Day dawned and with it, Lilah's surgery.  The O.R. was actually running ahead of schedule due to some last minute cancellations. so we were in and out of the hospital in under two hours, from start to finish.  Lilah was a rockstar.  By which I mean she raised a little hell and took no prisoners.

I learned that I'm not the only one who thinks Lilah is insanely strong for her size- it took three of us to hold her arms just so that they could put numbing cream on her hands where they would later insert the IV catheter.  More than one nurse commented on her freakish strength.



We are not amused.

Though the procedure was extremely quick and simple, it had to be done under general anesthetic, which I was pretty apprehensive about.  No matter how simple the procedure, and how grateful I was to be there for such a short time, there were a few things that were surprising and emotionally exhausting about the day.  For starters, holding your child while she thrashes about and fights the gas mask before eventually going limp in your arms is exactly as disconcerting as it sounds.  Then there's the scale of things.  Lilah has always been big for her age.  Every check-up, she measures out around the 95th percentile for height and the 75th for weight.  But seeing her in her little hospital gown on the humongous operating room table and later, on the hospital gurney, she just looked so tiny.  Miniscule, actually.  And lastly, though we had been warned that there might be a small amount of discharge from the eye, it still made my stomach drop when she cried blood-tinged tears later in the day.

But it wasn't long until she was back to desecrating books with a red crayon (it was Valentine's Day afterall):

I truly appreciated the well wishes we received.  Even for something so minor, it's really nice to know who's got your back.  There were a few words of wisdom in particular that  warmed my heart, so I just had to share:

I hear your roar, sweetie. You have every right to feel concerned. Lilah is unstoppable! She'll have both eyes squirting out tears in no time (mostly for not getting her way)...

And:

 Melodrama suggests a disproportionate reaction. You're just being a great mum- true this surgery is routine, but not for you and your crew. Be kind to yourself. Pack some chocolate for the waiting room.

(I think I may have taken that last suggestion a little too seriously.  What?  People offered heartfelt advice.  Is was my duty to follow it to the letter.  Note to self: will need to log in some extra cardio hours this week.)

I am also reading "Vanishing Acts" by Jodi Picoult.  An overarching theme of all her novels is motherhood, and this particular quote spoke to me in this week:

When you're pregnant, you an think of nthing but having your own body to yourself again; yet aferiving birth you realize tha the biggest part of you is now somehow external, subject to all sors of dangers and disappearance, so you spend th rest of your life trying to figure out how to keep her close enough for comfort.

Okay, that's it for the hand-wringing and "woe-is-me"-ing.  I promise.  It's safe to say Lilah recovered much more quickly from the ordeal than her mommy and daddy did.  And so far, the eye looks great.  If it's stays clear over the next couple of weeks, we can go ahead and assume it won't cause her any more trouble.  A relief, to say the least!