My Baby's One Tough Cookie.

 

 

 

Long Story Short. I myself have a tiny attention span so I'll keep it sweet. We were at a friend's house last Saturday night and Cydnie tried to hug their dog. The dog bit her across the face. Sliced under her eye and put a puncture wound in the other side of her face. I held my cool pretty well, I thought. I called the ER and my dear friend was the nurse on duty. She said if it didn't look like it needed stitches just clean it out really well with soap and water and put neosporin on it. So I did that. The next day it was looking red around the edges so I really wanted someone to look at it. I tried to get in to both of the clinics here and couldn't. So the next day i finally got in to one and the doctor came in and said, "What took you so long, what'd you do, Walk?"

I swear everytime I have to go into the doctor for some reason other than a regular checkup I get offended. I'm sure it's just me. Would that have offended you? If you tried to get in before that and their clinic turned you away and then said that to you??

Anyway, on with the story. By the time we got in to the doctor, my dear friend's husband who owned the dog had "taken care of the dog so this wouldn't happen again" if you get what I mean and so could therefore not be tested for Rabies. A different doctor had taken over my case by the next day and informed me that since we couldn't test the dog, and knew it hadn't had its rabies shots, and Rabies is a fatal and untreatable disease my baby would have to go through the Rabies series vaccination. Immediately.

So we went to the hospital and they gave her four shots in the face and one in each leg. That scream is something no mother wants to hear and is absolutely undescribable. It was a torture scene. Tears were running down my face as I watched her; there was nothing I could do. She kept screaming, "I'm done! I'm done! That's enough!" and "I want a soft shot!"

Nightmare.

Later that day when I got home, Sadie didn't get off the bus. A new panic. I called the bus garage and they said she never got on the bus. So then I called the school and no one would answer. So I had to drive 10 minutes back into town in hysterics looking for Sadie. I got out and full on ran into the school back to her classroom. And there she was. Drawing on the chalkboard. She had gotten confused about how parent-teacher conference works. She knew I was coming to meet her teacher and thought that meant don't get on the bus. Anyway, both crises are resolved and I ended the day with a party w/ my girlfriends at my house. We had a blast. :)