A week of injury

In one week, we have had one case of strep, one ear infection, two cases of stomach flu, one case of possible strep - but more likely a sinus infection complete with vomiting - and a week like this wouldn't be complete without two stitches in one tiny girl.

And now your next question would be - who?  what?  Jack - strep/ear infection, Brad - stomach flu, Caedmon - stomach flu/sinus infection/possible strep, Ava - two little tiny stitches. Me - NOTHING

And NOW your next question would be?  Stitches?  From what?  Well, from me.  Now before you go reporting me, let me explain.

Ava has been experiencing the joys of two - and also the sorrows of two.  And the tantrums of two.  Wild ones.  With flailing and screaming and such.  Run of the mill two-year-old stuff.  Well, our philosophy as parents is that when these tantrums rear their ugly heads, the best thing is to put them in another room and monitor the situation occasionally.  So, this past Saturday morning, Ava let it loose.  I promptly picked her up, put her in the bathroom and close the door part way.  Bathroom, you say?  Yes, bathroom.  Its right off the living room and we can keep an eye on her while still giving her her own space.  There is a step stool in there that doubles as a time out bench.  So, anyway, I hear her yelling and carrying on and something that sounded like something being thrown...so I ran over, threw open the door...into her face.  Oh the horror!!  She had launched herself off of the stepstool and lay their facedown on the tile floor.  I cried with her as I wiped the blood running down chin and called our friend, a doctor, to come over and tell me if we should get to an ER.  He came, said we should have it looked at by our pediatrician and, after an hour of crying by yours truly thinking "they" were going to take her away, arrived there with an appointment within the hour.  Two stitches was an eternity.  Listening to her cry brought tears of sorrow and guilt to my eyes as she watched me with the one good eye coming out from under the surgical paper.  That one eye felt like it was staring into my soul.  She survived and so did I.  Within the hour she was her happy go-lucky albeit two-year-old self.