One week after Ashley was born, I was sitting in my church meetings. My phone rang - it was Lindsey. I didn't answer. A couple minutes later, my phone rang - it was Lindsey. Could something be wrong? I packed up my bag and headed out the door and while I was headed out my phone rang again - it was Lindsey. "Brooklyn just hit her head...she's going to need stitches." Apparently she tripped on the changing pad and caught the drawer of the TV stand. So, another Sunday, another trip to the hospital. We were there a long time, but through it all - waiting, numbing, waiting, gluing, waiting - Brooklyn was a champ (glad it wasn't any of the other girls)! Nothing like a family of six hanging out for a few hours at Children's Hospital!
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| Quite the gash |
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| Waiting for the numbing to fully execute - while eating lunch |
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| I didn't even get a chance to change |
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| How many people does it take to stitch (glue) a 2 year old? |
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| Four - doctor, nurse, entertainer, and Dad |
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| Happy as can be! |
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