This week's post is centered around the half-pint, Miss Ava. She's had a VERY busy week.
Chad came home from work to Ava demanding he play Barbies with her. I'm sure we aren't the only house, but our Barbies have no clothes. Sometimes they don't have heads either. Ava gave Chad his Barbie and told him to start playing. The conversation went as follows:
Chad's Barbie: Hi Barbie. I haven't seen you around lately. Where have you been?
Ava's Barbie: Uhhh...I had a baby.
Chad: OH really?
Ava: Yeah. It's yours.
*Pause for laughter at the McCready house*
Chad: Hey, why doesn't my Barbie have any clothes?
Ava: Mine's naked too!(pause) Let's hug.
Chad: I don't feel very comfortable hugging you. We really need clothes.
Ava: Come on. Let's go play naked together.
Chad: (hands back Barbie) I really can't play with you anymore.
*Pause for the entire McCready house plus our friend Sarah P. to DIE from laughing.
The best part about this exchange was that in Ava's head, three different conversations were going on with this Barbie. The thoughts she had weren't related in anyway. It's just the way that it all happened to come out that made it so funny.
About 45 minutes to an hour after that, IT happened. When Riley was little, she was cautious, and thought things through before acting. Ava prefers to act first, apologize second. I was trying to get her in some jammies right before bed. In trying to escape by grasp, she tripped and smashed right into the corner of our bar. Chad, Sarah P., and I all huddled around her waiting to see the location of the injury. She stood up with a mouth full of blood and a scream to shatter glass.
Once we stopped the bleeding, we debated as to whether this was ER worthy or not. I know, I know, the mouth heals super fast, saliva kills germs, birdie, birdie, bir, HOWEVER-her lip got stuck on a tooth and the tooth ripped her mouth 6 kinds of nasty. So, Chad looks at it. Says take her to the ER. Sarah P. looks at it. Say's she probably wouldn't take her in. Sarah P.'s mom is sent a photo. P.'s mom says don't take her in. THEN my parents get in on it too. They COME OVER to check out this injury. Please let me remind you, in my house was the four of us, plus P., plus her daughter, plus a friggin stupid amount of girl scout cookies. It was a damn circus. Mom and Dad arrive. Take her in, they say. For heck's sake. Fine. Off we go to the After Hours Pediatrician.
Nurses in the front tell me, "Oh no, we never stitch the inside of the mouth. It heals so fast." I'm aware. Just check my kid please and thank you. The doctor comes in the room and FREAKS OUT. "Oh no! Oh no! I don't do stitches inside the mouth! Oh no! I've never done stitches inside the mouth! Oh no! You have to take her to the ER right now!" Ok...so I'm confused. Do I take the nurse's advice or the doctor's who appeared to be new to life? Off to Children's Hospital we go.
Thank goodness P. met me at the hospital. I was in outer space at that moment. Everytime I thought about Ava having the inside of her mouth sewn back together, I got a little dizzy. During triage the nurse simply looked at it and said, "Hunh. I'll be." I'll be what?!?!?!?! Was she thinking, "I'll be, this mom is wasting my time." Or was she thinking, "I'll be! That kids mouth is about to fall off!!!!!" This nurse did little to comfort me. Finally saw a doc. He barely glanced at Ava's mouth. He simply said, "They'll give her a popsicle. Go home." Great. Ok.
Ava's mouth already looks a ton better! It's healing and several of the more minor injuries inside her mouth are almost completely healed.
So, just another week at the crazy McCready house!
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