To make things interesting this week, we thought that a trip to the ER may add some excitement. We had finally decided on a new couch for the living room, after much searching and debate. Off we went to the store to make our purchase, with Olivia in tow while Emma relaxed at Grandma's house. In front of the couch we wanted to purchase was this beautiful glass topped table. I had made a comment to Jason about how much I liked it but that we could never have it in the house right now. He felt the edges and said they were smooth and even the corners were rounded - but I saw head bumps and sticky finger prints all over it. Not more than a minute later, Olivia graciously proved why we could not have the table - she went to walk towards it and tripped over the rug that was placed under it and took a header into the table.
A nice little gash next her eye, oozing blood and a concerned sales person later and we were off the ER. Thankfully, it stopped bleeding shortly after we left the store. At the ER they determined that it would not need stitches - thank God! Olivia screamed bloody murder when they put her id bracelet on her ankle. Stitches would have required some kind of sedation, for her and me. So, after a little bit of the medical equivalent of super glue to her cut, we headed home.
She is certainly no worse for the wear - she was quite the little trooper. We were quite exhausted from the whole experience but were grateful that things weren't worse. We have called her our 'bubble wrap' child for many reasons...this just adds to the list.
Needless to say we didn't purchase our lovely new couch that day. If Olivia didn't like it, she could have just told us in a gentler, less ER kind of way.
A nice little gash next her eye, oozing blood and a concerned sales person later and we were off the ER. Thankfully, it stopped bleeding shortly after we left the store. At the ER they determined that it would not need stitches - thank God! Olivia screamed bloody murder when they put her id bracelet on her ankle. Stitches would have required some kind of sedation, for her and me. So, after a little bit of the medical equivalent of super glue to her cut, we headed home.
She is certainly no worse for the wear - she was quite the little trooper. We were quite exhausted from the whole experience but were grateful that things weren't worse. We have called her our 'bubble wrap' child for many reasons...this just adds to the list.
Needless to say we didn't purchase our lovely new couch that day. If Olivia didn't like it, she could have just told us in a gentler, less ER kind of way.
