Bluebeard
Saturday, September 12th, 2009I knew right away when they said it was B on the phone at work that something was wrong. “I don’t think so,” said my coworker, “He sounded perfectly calm.” As I suspected, something indeed was wrong: Anja’s school called to pick her up because she fell off the balance beam and cut open her chin.
Lucky for me! I work 2½ hours away from my house! And we only have one car, which was sitting happy as could be on the pier on the base all by its lonesome. Fortunately, we have a friend from Spain who happens to live about a mile away who could pick up B to get her, but she had out-of-state visitors that already had plans and couldn’t take them to the hospital. I finally got home 4 hours after it happened and we went straight to the emergency room. The PA that saw her determined that she’d need stitches, and she was a bit nervous about the stitches but we assured her that she wouldn’t feel a thing…after she got the shots to numb it.
In case you’re not familiar with -caine medications - like I was - they have to inject it pretty much straight into flesh where the wound is…and this, my friends, is not a procedure for the faint of heart. I realized during this whole ordeal how NOT okay I am with blood, especially blood coming out of my precious child’s face. When he stuck the needle in it, I made the grievous mistake of watching, and even now the thought makes me a little bit woozy. Anja, on the other hand, was a trooper. She squeezed my hand so very, very tightly (and needed to be reminded to breathe when it was over) but she let him do his work without wiggling or screaming or even shedding a single tear.
As I mentioned, she was nervous about getting the stitches but once the numbness kicked in, she was totally fine. So fine, in fact, that the PA had to tell her to please stop talking so he could get the stitches in properly. Because she’s a picker, he thought it was best to put in individual stitches instead of looping them so if she did pick at them, they wouldn’t all unravel. Smart guy, that one. When all was said and done, she had 8 little stitches stitched of a lovely blue thread. She was anxious to see them, and when he let her look in the mirror, she gasped in excitement and said, “Mamma, from now on, my new name is Bluebeard!”












































