Crash on the Playground

So we spent a little time in the ER on Thursday morning. K had a little crash on the playground at her school and caught the edge of the stairs on the slide. It left a pretty large gash on the old forehead that would have had to crack some bone to go any deeper - in other words, we saw a lot more of her head than we would ever want to. But thankfully, she did not have to get stitches - they poured some stuff that looked like rubber cement into the wound and held the skin together for about a minute. And magically, the 1/2 dollar-size gash became the cut below - I'm still amazed that glue could hold that big of a wound together - ain't technology great. So, no stitch marks and they tell us that the scar should be in her hairline when she gets older. They tell us in 7 days the glue will flake off and then all we have to do is keep sunscreen and Vitamin E on it to help the scar. Incredible.

Anyway, as you can imagine, K was pretty freaked out and still refuses to look at it in the mirror - she says it will make it worse if she looks - can't really argue with that logic. But on Thursday night, as we are watching one of the Harry Potter movies, she informed us that she now had a scar on her head just like Harry. Guess that's one way to look at it.

Oh, the picture was taken during her nap today because she refuses to let me take a picture of it while she is awake - apparently, in her world, that will make the "bo-bo" worse.

And let me just tell you about the ER at the hospital that is a few minutes from the house. It has two ERs - one for adults and one for kids. The kid's side has an aquarium, a glass wall with bubbles going up it, and has a bunch of sailboat sails hanging on the wall. Way too cool - of course, Kerrie didn't have time to enjoy because before she could fill out the first page of paperwork, they already had K back in a room taking her vitals. We were in and out within 90 minutes. Quite impressed. Almost as impressed as we were with the room K was in - it had a flat-screen with speakers built into the hospital bed. So, as they are deadening the gash and gluing it back together, K was just kicking it watching Bob the Builder. And then she made new friends because they gave her a purple popsicle as we left.

But still, K has told us she doesn't want to go back there because "that hospital hurts Daddy." Can't really argue with that logic either.