Well, it happened.....Mommy's worst day in the whole 2 1/2 years of my life. Last Thursday we were outside and I tripped on something, fell and busted my forehead open on the edge of our steps. I was a trooper. Mom and Mr. Nestor got me all cleaned up and our real estate lady took Mom and I to the hospital. Mom knew as soon as it happened that I would need stitches...she cried just as much if not more than I did. Mom called Dad to get him headed our way. We got to the hospital and they took an X-ray. (I've been wanting to get one of those.....the letter X on one of my puzzles has a picture of an x-ray and I always say "I want to get an x-ray") Well, now I have a great picture of my skull! They had to call the plastic surgeon to come in to sew my cut. This apparently is standard procedure here whenever there is a facial wound. It took him about an hour (seemed like 3 to Mom) to get there. After 3 or 4 stitches, some talk about what I wanted to have on my pizza, and paying our bill we were out the door. I am doing great and let "Dr. Mommy" put my medicine on my bandage every night. The stitches come out on Monday and I'll be good as new!
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Hayden says, "awwwww. She needs a kiss." Give A a big hug from us!
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