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| Wells, Maine |
We recently got back from a whirl-wind week of vacation and beach. We ventured up to Maine for five days at the beach in Wells. It was fantastic! Both sets of Jennie's grandparents were there, as well as aunties, uncles, great-aunts and uncles, etc! Jennie had a blast - the frigid water temperatures did not deter this beach bum. She was shaking and had blue lips more than once - but still would pitch a mini-fit if you took her out of the water!
We left Wells on Wednesday last week, and headed home for a day. On Friday, we headed down to Marshfield, MA to stay at Jennie's great-Papa Mosca's beach house for the weekend. Justin had hardly got the car and truck unpacked when Jennie tripped and took a header into the lobster-pot coffee table! It was a small cut, but right smack-dab in the middle of her forehead. We called the Marshfield police to see if they knew of an urgent care clinic near by (rather than going to the hospital) and they insisted that they send a paramedic. With in a few minutes, we had the fire chief, a fire engine, a police car, and an ambulance for a quarter inch cut on a 19 month old. They determined that the cut would probably heal on its own, but would leave a far bigger scar if we didn't get it stitched up.... so off we went!
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| on our way to South Shore Hospital |
Jennie was in better spirits by the time we arrived at the hospital, after all she had her binkie, blankie, and doggie with her! The binkie and blankie were a special treat because normally those are only allowed in her crib. But hey, the poor girl was getting stitches; I was willing to give her
anything she wanted!
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| getting numbed up and messing with her hospital bed |
Jennie was such a trooper. She had a blast looking at the fish tank in the pedi-ER waiting room. She flipped through the books, and messed with all the gadgets in her room. The worst part of the whole evening (of course) was when she had to get the stitches. They had to wrap her whole body in a "super-swaddle" so she didn't move, and then an assistant had to hold her head straight. The worst of it all was that the blue surgical cover they use (with a little hole where they worked on her forehead) covered her face. The whole time she was getting stitched she was fighting, and sweating, and crying, and calling out, "Mommy, Daddy! All-D! Aaaalllll-D!!!!" (all-d = all done). It was
heart breaking!! But, when all was said and done, she had two stitches in a little quarter inch cut with the promise of a straight, small scar rather than a big one on her pretty little face.
On our way back, we stopped to get a pizza for dinner. The Mama Mia's in Marshfield has a Dunkin Donuts right next to it - which Jennie saw as we picked up the pizza. After she asked for "dough-doughs," we of course agreed. That was when we knew she was feeling better for sure - she chanted "dough-doughs! Pee-ha! Dough-doughs! Pee-ha!" the whole way back to the cottage. So cute!
The rest of the weekend was, thankfully, less eventful! We had great weather, more family, and more beach! Although we had to be careful to keep her wound dry, it was still a wonderful time. Hopefully in the future our vacations will not include trips to the ER - but I also have no illusions that this will be the last trip, either.
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| walking the beach with Great-Papa |
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| Happy 4th of July! |
