The night before last, Tre pulled one of the mattresses in the playroom down onto the floor a couple of feet from the television for himself and Kylan (my oldest stepson) to lay on. Zoe, being her naturally climby, dare-devil self, decided she’d jump on it… and apparently jump out from it as well. And jump out, she did. All the way to the TV stand — and landed on her face.
We ended up at the emergency room and racked up a handsome $203 bill only to find out that she’s perfectly fine, but will have a nice sized knot and potentially a couple of black eyes over the next few days… luckily, the knot that has her looking almost identical to the Avatar (sans-blue) is already going down and although there is a little bruising, her eyes are not blackened. YAY! She looked absolutely pitiful the first night though. I cried on my way to the hospital, but I had good reason to believe she was fine when we had this conversation as we pulled into the parking lot:
Me: Zoe, you can’t go to sleep — wake up!
Zoe: But I want to!
Me: Well you can’t until the doctor sees you first.
Zoe: But the doctor isn’t even here!
And, that was that ;)
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