A life-long gift to Phoebe, Love Sophia

The girls had been playing wonderfully yesterday running around and playing chase. I was getting myself ready for a meeting I was going to be having at 1:30pm at my house. I was in our bathroom and was coming out just in time as Phoebe was coming down (from Sophia pushing her) and smacking her head on the edge of the leg of our bed. The "THWACK" sound it made was horrific and something I will never forget in my life. I knew it was bad as soon as I heard it. Phoebe immediately starting crying and Sophia had already bolted knowing she had done wrong. I scooped Phoebe up and put her on the kitchen counter to get a good look at her and that is when I saw all the blood. It was dripping down her face and down her ballerina outfit and all over me. Just imagine the force at which her head probably hit the bed because she was running and then got pushed. She was being propelled pretty fast. It is no wonder she cracked her head open. I grabbed the kitchen towel and tried to hold it to her head but she was not going to have any of that. I was shaking all over and crying and was trying to call BJ but the call was not going through. (he can tell his version later) I told Sophia to get a shirt on and shoes. She was calm and quick in her actions. She was commenting about how Phoebe is hurt and we need to take her to the doctor. Basically repeating anything I was saying. At this point I did not know how bad it was because her bangs were in the way and she would not let me touch it. I FINALLY got in touch with BJ as I was out in the garage strapping Phoebe into her seat. I know I managed to say that Phoebe was hurt, bleeding all over the place and for him to meet me at the CareNow in Frisco. Over my own crying, Phoebe's crying, and Sophia chattering about in the background I could not hear him much and just wanted to get off the phone so I could drive and get help. So I hung up after that. **Hindsight I realize I should have at least added that she was alive and not bleeding to death and would be fine.**

They got her in quickly and worked like a well oiled machine. Everyone knew what they had to do and did it fast and smoothly. They were calm and did not make me feel bad for being a crying wreck. Once they moved her bangs and cleaned the blood away I got to see how bad it really was, and I wish I hadn't. It is an inch long and was busted open about half an inch. You could see all the fleshy stuff under her skin. I felt so terrible for her. They had her wrapped tight in a blanket and she cried and screamed the worst when they had to inject her with the numbing medicine. She got pissed off all over again when they turned on the bright light for the doctor to see. She would get calm and then cry and yell at them to stop, or to not touch her, or to go away, or to let her out. I couldn't watch most of the time and just held her hand and covered my face with a Kleenex. BJ arrived after just a couple stitches had been put in. He was very happy to see she was alive and relatively well. We were in and out in less than an hour. I was completely impressed and thankful so I could go home and crash and let Phoebe relax too.

71085|500

This picture is a few hours after she was stitched up and we were changing her bandage. She is still oozing blood some, even today.
Where was Sophia during all this? The nurses set her up at a desk and let her draw with a pink highlighter. Oh, and also gave her a BUNCH of stickers. She drew all sorts of stuff, but as she explained to me, the one pictured below is of Phoebe with the cut on her head (the line going down the middle of her face). I find it interesting she still chose to draw a smiley face on her.....although, she never really has drawn people with any expressions other than happiness. She was good throughout the whole ordeal and never cried once from being scared, worried or nervous. Good for her, because I did NOT need 2 crying, freaking out kids.

71163|450

Phoebe bounced back well and has been playing around like nothing happened. She does comment, however, every once in awhile about how she cracked her head, broke her head, hurt her head, etc. I am still traumatized from yesterday and get a headache just looking at her head. She has a huge bump on her head as well. We had actually planned on growing her bangs out, but that will have to wait several months I suppose. I need to keep it covered so mama doesn't always have the visual reminder or what happened to my sweet, sweet baby.