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The following was written right before I left for work. Never posted though. Anyhoo, here you go...
Oh dang.
What a day!
And I still have to go to work?
It's been good and extremely productive for the most part, but moving and setting up a new home keeps one very busy. This morning I was in the backyard replacing the termite stakes that needed replacing and other backyard things while Sophia was playing with her water table when suddenly I hear a screech. I look over and it seems that the kiddo has gotten her index finger stuck in the funnel attachment of the table. She had stuck her finger all the way past the knuckle into this tiny little hole and couldn't get it out. And every time she cried it hurt more. Keeping cool and calm I got some dish soap and poured a little on and tried to twist it off. It wouldn't come off. Meanwhile her finger is getting redder with blood by the second. So I try ice. Maybe it will bring down some of the swelling. No such luck. By this time Sophia is screaming bloody murder and I'm starting to cry myself. She takes off down the hall and tries to barricade herself in my bathroom in my room. That part was funny. On her way there, with her good hand she grabs some raisins. Supplies perhaps? Was she going to be in there for the long haul? I got her out, but she wouldn't let me anywhere near the finger.
I hate to see my baby hurt and then I start thinking what if she loses her finger? Do I take her to the ER? Is this a reason to call 911? I call my mom. I call Sophia's Godmother Susan. I call Tomas, who's at the ocean. The final decision rests on me. Oh God. I was panicky and I decide to take her to the ER. On the way to the ER, Tomas calls me back and says to try oil. In my panic, I didn't think of that. Why didn't I think of that? And since I was closer to his parents I decided to go there. But they didn't answer so I turn around and head home. Unbeknownst to me Alex and Maria were right on my tail as they pulled up right behind me in my driveway. Sophia, who, exhausted from all the crying knocked out in the back on the way, woke and realized that we were not at the Dr and the screaming started all over again. She loves the grandparents so she went straight to them. And then grandpa pulled it right off. He just squeezed her finger and voila. I can't believe I was going to take her to the ER. Could you imagine? Sophia was still emotional because she was tired, and the screaming started all over again because grandma and grandpa wanted to go and she wasn't about to let them go without her. She won and wound up leaving with them. Cool. I was looking forward to our routine today, but this after this morning the routine took a turn and Alex and Maria taking her was a blessing. But when they take her like this, I also feel guilty. If she wears me out, imagine what does to them! I won't see her until tomorrow morning.
Oh dang.
What a day!
And I still have to go to work?
It's been good and extremely productive for the most part, but moving and setting up a new home keeps one very busy. This morning I was in the backyard replacing the termite stakes that needed replacing and other backyard things while Sophia was playing with her water table when suddenly I hear a screech. I look over and it seems that the kiddo has gotten her index finger stuck in the funnel attachment of the table. She had stuck her finger all the way past the knuckle into this tiny little hole and couldn't get it out. And every time she cried it hurt more. Keeping cool and calm I got some dish soap and poured a little on and tried to twist it off. It wouldn't come off. Meanwhile her finger is getting redder with blood by the second. So I try ice. Maybe it will bring down some of the swelling. No such luck. By this time Sophia is screaming bloody murder and I'm starting to cry myself. She takes off down the hall and tries to barricade herself in my bathroom in my room. That part was funny. On her way there, with her good hand she grabs some raisins. Supplies perhaps? Was she going to be in there for the long haul? I got her out, but she wouldn't let me anywhere near the finger.
I hate to see my baby hurt and then I start thinking what if she loses her finger? Do I take her to the ER? Is this a reason to call 911? I call my mom. I call Sophia's Godmother Susan. I call Tomas, who's at the ocean. The final decision rests on me. Oh God. I was panicky and I decide to take her to the ER. On the way to the ER, Tomas calls me back and says to try oil. In my panic, I didn't think of that. Why didn't I think of that? And since I was closer to his parents I decided to go there. But they didn't answer so I turn around and head home. Unbeknownst to me Alex and Maria were right on my tail as they pulled up right behind me in my driveway. Sophia, who, exhausted from all the crying knocked out in the back on the way, woke and realized that we were not at the Dr and the screaming started all over again. She loves the grandparents so she went straight to them. And then grandpa pulled it right off. He just squeezed her finger and voila. I can't believe I was going to take her to the ER. Could you imagine? Sophia was still emotional because she was tired, and the screaming started all over again because grandma and grandpa wanted to go and she wasn't about to let them go without her. She won and wound up leaving with them. Cool. I was looking forward to our routine today, but this after this morning the routine took a turn and Alex and Maria taking her was a blessing. But when they take her like this, I also feel guilty. If she wears me out, imagine what does to them! I won't see her until tomorrow morning.