Friday, November 03, 2006

One little, two little, three little Band-aids...

four little, five little, six little Band-aids... This was Daniel's song on Wed. - poor baby. We had his one year well-baby visit, and he got three shots and a finger stick. That Band-aid was really neat because he could stare at it. Then we went to the mall, where he was such a good little shopper, and everyone was making over him. Then, it happened. As he was toddling down a nice, wide aisle at Elder-Beerman, he fell, as 1-year olds frequently do. However, this time his head met the edge of a metal cart full of clothes. I picked him up to comfort him, not realizing that he was covered in blood, so I had blood all over my face and he had blood all over his forehead, hair, ear... you get the idea. It was a little gash, but it was a gash nonetheless. So, back to the doctors office we went, but not before receiving Band-aid number 5 on the forehead and Band-aid number 6 to hold in his hand. At least he was a happy fellow through the whole thing, except when we all had to hold him down to get his wound glued shut. I have NEVER seen him that mad, and he quit screaming IMMEDIATELY when I picked him up. He just gave Paul (our pediatrician) and the nurses who had mistreated him "the look." I had never been in the "procedure room" of that office before and I hope to never be there again!
Well, we are in our new house, but we're still going back to the old house and taking loads of stuff whenever we are in Marion, which is just about every day at this point. We're slowly getting settled in, taking one day at a time. I actually cooked TWICE this week and I have leftovers in my fridge! For awhile, we were keeping the local Pizza King in business, but that's a really expensive way to eat. So, now I'm off to bed, but I need to make sure I can find a complete outfit including shoes for everyone tomorrow. That's the challenge we have every night. The kids have made the adjustment quite well, and I'm starting to get over the weirdness of living in this house again. I still have my moments of deja vu, which I'm sure will happen over and over again. It's quite fun, I must say, and very peaceful amidst the clutter and chaos of life. God is good!

8 comments:

Jim and Jaena said...

Oh...bless his heart (and yours). What a day!

Amy said...

Poor baby! And he can't blame his on the cat....Glad to hear things are settling for you. ;) Maybe we'll get to chat sometime soon. Hey, I can dream, can't I?

Robin said...

Poor little guy! Sounds like he's a trooper!

I remember when I was growing up, I did NOT want to be a nurse because nurses gave people shots, and well, that was just mean. Guess that plan didn't work out exactly as I'd planned. I give people shots about 10 times a day.

Semple said...

band-aids are certainly the solution for any "boo-boo" in our house too...but only Dora band-aids will do..
Heather Semple (Kinnan)

Jenn said...

That sounds almost as fun as Jake's trip to Dr. Paul's on Friday! He had x-rays and blood work.

Of course they told him about the blood work aka needle at 10:30am and it was well past 1:00pm before they actually did the stick. Needless to say it was a very long and painful day for both of us.

Hope Daniel is healing as well as Jake.

Anon said...

Ouch.

Keetha said...

What a day!!!!

Must be a boy thing. Kelly had to have so many sets of stitches when he was little that our family doc told us it was a good thing he was our friend and knew us so well or he'd wonder if we abused the poor kid.

Anonymous said...

I HATE shot days!!! I make Jason do the helping with the pinning down of Mackinley so that I can be the comfort for him when it's over! =)