Raising Ryanne Story #346

I was thinking on Monday how I really haven't blogged much the past few weeks; so I checked my brain to see if anything stood out that was blog worthy.....hmmm.....saw the nieces and nephews and commiserated with my sister in laws about raising kids and the things we should never have to say out loud as parents. Started physical therapy which hurt so "good" I sweat through my t-shirt and had dripping wet hands...super attractive as your walking out the door of your appointment. Walked around the neighborhood a few times which totals about .5 miles. Took me like half an hour at turtles pace. Ya' nothing to exciting or note worthy just doing life. Then Wednesday night I am in the kitchen finishing up dinner, Dan has gotten home and gone for a run and Ryanne is outside playing when all of a sudden I hear this yelling and the dog barking like an idiot. Usually I would just glance out the window and ignore it for the most part because well, my kids are loud and the dog is always barking. But this time it just sounded different so I walked to the back patio and I see Ryanne standing there crying and her foot covered in blood. She was running past her mountain bike and caught her foot on the metal part that your chain sits on....yup peeled the skin right back. 

My first reaction is to always clean up the blood because it usually looks worse than it is. Nope not this time. Luckily Dan was coming up the street right at that moment and we took her to the urgent care where she got 10 stitches, a tetanus shot, 10 days of antibiotics and 4 days of bed rest. My friend said when I am done raising Ryanne they are going to just hand me a medical degree no questions asked ha!

Can I just say listening to your kid cry as they are giving her 6-7 shots to numb her foot was like the worst day ever! She was so good and so brave. I on the other hand felt like I was going to throw up. I'm super calm and collect like that. ha! The first ten minutes we were there the nurse was talking to us about God which was very comforting. I prayed with Ryanne before they gave her the shots and a calm washed over us. We got through it and I told her now we have a new scar for a new story. :)

While the doctor was stitching her foot he had Dan hold her leg down so she wouldn't kick him in the face or jerk her leg; we also gave her my phone to distract her. She text my mom and told her she was scared and my mom text back,"Oh sweetie I'm so sorry, that sh*t hurts but then it will be numb for the stitches." Well she obviously meant "that shot hurts" but Ryanne was reading the text out loud and to say the bad word got a chuckle from the entire room would be an understatement. The best part was my mom realizes her spelling error and instantly texts back,"Oh shoot, not that bad word I meant shot. Don't tell your parents I said that." Again Ryanne is reading it out loud. I think grandma needs to have her phone taken away ha! Good times.