Peek-a-Boo Gone Wrong
My voice has been gone for almost a week now. It comes and goes, but even when it comes, it’s like listening to a human being shouting through a garbage disposal. So, on Tuesday night I hit the bed early. Nola was standing next to me, playing a spirited game of peek-a-boo by throwing my shirt over her head and then pulling it off.
And then, in a split second, she threw my green Eagles shirt over her head and took off running, blindly. She tripped on the shirt and went headfirst into our bedside table.
The gash wasn’t all that impressive, but it was bleeding a lot and, from the looks of it, was gaping open. We called our good friend and neighbor to come up and give us a second opinion - we didn’t want to be overreacting by taking her to the ER - but she agreed that it appeared to need stitches, at the very least to avoid a scar.
Moments after it happened, Nola acted as if the whole event had been a dream. However, as we restrained her in the hospital so the fine professionals at Swedish Covenant cleaned it out, applied a local anesthetic and began to prep her for stitches, she was more stressed out than I have ever seen a baby.
“She’s so strong!” they all said as three adults struggled to keep her still on the exam table. In the end, the cut wasn’t jagged but, rather, a straight line. Which meant they could glue humpty dumpty back together again.
Have you ever seen such a tough, sad-looking little thing in your whole life?

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