Well here we are again. Another blog post dedicated to the drama that follows Miss Kora Olivia around wherever she goes. I promised on Facebook I'd tell the full story, so here it is...in all it's glory and goo.
Let's take though, just a quick minute to rehash Kora's dramas from the past. For some reason I'm having a hard time locating the picture of her with her stitches. I know I put it on my blog but whatever. It got sucked into the blog abyss I guess.
SO remember how she was sleeping with me, fell off the bed, hit her head on the nightstand...
I was tired, picked her up but couldn't see anything and just told her to go back to sleep. I felt her all wet on the head but just thought it was sweat until I realized everything was starting to get wet...turn on the lights..BOOM. Major head trauma and bloody massacre scene in the bed.
RESULT: 2am ER visit and 4 stitches
Next there were several hand burnings touching stoves and irons.
RESULT: Hands wrapped for days, cleanings with screamings
Then the ever disgusting impetigo spout. *shiver*
RESULT: uhmm...just nasty, treated with cream
And who could forget my favorite. I'm on the phone with Austin who is hundreds of miles away from me at TBS. I JUST had Isaak...like seriously A week old and then I hear a blood curdling scream so I look out the window to see this lovely puddle of drama...
RESULT: Messy and frustrating trip to the ER with all kids by myself
Broken nose, multiple visits to the ENT doctor
Well as is that isn't enough, on Thursday Kora decided to RACE home from where the bus drops her off. She of course trips, falls and everyone behind her who was racing (because let's face it, she's ALWAYS the fastest) comes tumbling on top of her sending her face straight to the concrete. She came inside gagging and coughing her brains out because she was crying so hard. It really didn't look THAT bad at first. I told her to chill out and we put ice packs on it. We had gymnastics that night and she begged not to have to go but I made her because I paid for it. I'm so mean. I cleaned the sucker with peroxide as she screamed and contorted her body but I didn't have any neosporin and just planned to get it the next day.
She didn't want her picture taken so she closed her eyes. Because that makes her not be in the picture, right?
Isaak is precious and loves eating cheerios and fruit loops in his retro chair.
Kora told me I'm chubby like that bubble on her pizza.
Day 2 she wakes up with her eye swollen shut. We ice it and it opens up a little. The other eyelid is starting to puff and I worry because with my past history of trauma, I remember some medically related person telling me once that when the UN-affected side of an injury starts showing the same symptoms as the A-ffected side...that's not good. I buy Neo that day and slop it on. The swelling goes down on the good side by bedtime.
But the Neo leaves the wound really nasty and slimy bringing all the dirt to the surface. I take Qtips and clean it off. It looks good underneath.
It's Saturday so I call the Dr. to see if they'll take her. After many many calls I finally get through and YES, they will see her as the LAST appointment before they close at 12. I have to get there at 10:30 though...bleck. We ALL go. It's pouring rain and I wore red leather flats that get soaked. Everyone is soaked and Isaak hasn't had his morning nap yet. He sleeps for 20 minutes on my chest in the waiting room. Finally, we see the Dr at 12. She thinks the wound looks clean but is worried about the other side being swollen, confirming my suspicions that something more may be wrong. She writes us orders to go to the hospital for an Xray to rule out fracture. We all load back in the car (pouring rain) and then back out (pouring rain) at the hospital. Feet are wet and cold. It's freezing. Kora gets the Xray after registration and waiting. They tell us they'll call if it's bad but to go ahead and leave.
We go to eat and scratch our plans to do the workshop at Lowe's. I doubt I'll hear back from the Dr. assuming all is well. At the restaurant with the 4 wet kids we get a phone call. It's the Dr. She tells us, "Kora's Xray DOES show a fracture on the lower orbital bone (the bone where if you stick your finger in the bottom of your eye socket you'll feel). We need you to come BACK to the hospital for a CT Scan. We need to see how severe the fracture is to determine if she needs further care (aka surgery)." We load up in the car (raining) and out and the hospital (raining).
Holy smokes...I'm freakin out thinking that if she needs surgery I don't even know anyone in the ward's phone number. I need her to get a blessing and I need to put my kids somewhere and I need Isaak to take a nap and I'm wet and....
I call my sister Amy. She says, "Jessica, stop laughing (because that's how I deal with stress...I laugh at it) go and call that girl you hang out with who you're ALWAYS watching her kids and tell HER to come get YOURS." Amy thinks I'm telling the truth when I talk about how Amber leaves me with her kids all the time so she can go shopping. I'm really "tricking" (not lying MA and S's E). Amber only makes me watch her kids when she has doctor appointments.
She's totally legit.
I did take Amy's advice and called Amber. I told her the situation and guess what happened? In less than 5 minutes Super Amber was at the hospital to take my other THREE heathens. One of which was running a fever. She swooped in and saved the day. I think she was even wearing a cape too and she had a sidekick named Ashlea. She took them all home, gave them naps, washed their faces and bums and fed them burnt popcorn for me. She's awesome, really she is. I hope you guys don't believe all the trash I talk on my blog. It's mostly for shock factor. Amber is a good person, ALWAYS willing to help out and thankfully, she was on that day as well. (Is that a good enough redemption Amber?)
THANK YOU AMBER!
So me and Koko, wet, go back in the hospital and wait for them to call her for the scan. She does fantastic! After a little more waiting we hear the news. The fracture isn't bad enough to need any further action. She needs to take it easy, no running, no bouncing around, no acting wild (pfff....do these people KNOW Kora? That just isn't possible). She got a prescription for some antibiotic because they saw lots of fluid in her sinus cavities on the scan from the injury and they don't want it to get infected. She also got a nasal spray but I'm not really sure what that's for?
Back in the rain and to Amber's we go to get our babies and we call it a day at about 4pm (only after snagging some cute dresses at Marshall's and Target! Hey I gotta do something to make me happy!)
Funny thing is...
My Isaak: He freaks when I hold him in the air, reaching for me. When I hold him away from my body to do the airplane or anything he does NOT like it. He's gonna be a cautious kid. Too roundy for drama.
My Jake: Too mature to act crazy, no time for that. He's gotta plan for straight A's so he can get into the Naval Academy, go on a mission and then be a Marine Officer. His 10 year plan is way too important for drama.
My Miah: Most cautious kid you'll ever meet. If the bath water is too warm he freaks. If you don't wait for him to get out of the car as you go into the house he freaks. If you try to get him to jump off ANYTHING, he freaks. Too worried for drama.
My ONLY girl is the drama magnet.
And I don't see that EVER changing.