Well, I guess Mai is officially a normal child. Poor thing. We were at Sarah's house on Friday and she has this old milk door by her front door. The kids LOVE to play with it because it has a door on the inside and outside. (this is not her door but a picture I got off the internet. It pretty much looks like this but the corners are a bit sharper).
Anyway, they were all playing with it and I heard Mai start crying. I came down stairs to see what was the matter and she was standing outside, next to the door, holding her head. Of course all the kids were yelling that Mai hit her head on the door. I went over to her thinking that I would kiss it and than she would feel better. This is what I found when I moved my hand...
This picture was taken after it was cleaned up at the hopsital, but you get the idea. Luckily Brent was there with me and we were about to take her straight to Instacare. Brent was really sick and actually had to pull over to throw up on the way! We went to Instacare and they took one look at it and told us we needed to take her to the ER so a plactis surgeon could take a look at it. I am SO gratefull they said this. They were worried because she is such a beautiful :) little girl and this was on her face, so they wanted as small a scare as possible.
We went to UVRMC, (the pic is of her waiting for the doctor,) and they were very nice. She was FREAKED OUT about them having to "sew her up" and they were able to give her a sedative. SO MUCH BETTER! They just gave her a shot in her bum, and she was out in about 15 seconds. Brent had to leave because he was so worried about her. Its kinda weird to see the sedative working because she looked dead. Her eyes were barely open and you could tell she was out. But a nurse monitored her oxygen levels and heart rate the whole time. They did an awesome job sewing it up. The doctor put 8 stitches in it.
The last picture isn't very clear, but its of the "final result". The stitches come out Wednesday and that should be interesting. I hope she will hold still and let them do it. She really has been very good with everything. I was scared and it wasn't me who had the injury! That's the whole, long, story of her first (hopefully last) stitches!
( Apparently I lied about the last pic! I guess it turned out well!)