So I guess this had to happen eventually -- we just got back from the ER. While at the library with our babysitter, our daughter fell and cut her eye -- below eyebrow -- on a chair. They came home, we iced it, and then it finally hit me that we should head over to the ER.
Short story is she is fine -- I am freaking out that her cut will scar, but they glued it and she is fast asleep now.
The long story is going to sound silly to you guys. This experience totally terrified and shook me, in a way that something this non-serious should not. I couldn't figure out what to do for a while -- she was not actively bleeding from it, but it seemed deep. The babysitter even fed her dinner before I said ok, let's go to the doc.
And at the ER, she was so good -- just waiting around (for 3 hours!), playing -- and I was trying not to pass out. Then they did the procedure -- they thought they would stich her up, but ended up using glue -- and we had to wrap her and hold her and she was, of course, screaming. I seriously almost lost it.
And now I sit here with these irrational thoughts of being mad at the sitter and snapping at my husband that we should fire her. It's just another way for me to release stress, I know, but phew, this really wasn't a good night.
And I feel like a TOTAL wuss -- I know so many moms who have been through so much worse stuff with their kids and they don't fall apart like this.
So there you have it -- I'm one of those nervous, easy-to-shake moms. Hmm....