Sorry for the lack of posts lately. To say it has been a crazy week would surely be an understatement. It was a week filled with emotions, illness, and stress, but I made it through in one piece, so that has to count for something. Right?

Last Saturday night, Taylor got a head injury. She had an instant hematoma. After talking to the on call doctor at her pediatrician’s office, we determined that she needed to be brought to the emergency room to make sure that there wasn’t a skull fracture or anything worse, because of the location. Keeping calm throughout this was no easy feat. The only saving grace was that Taylor was acting perfectly normal (aside from being sore) and there was no blood involved. I called my mom, who came over with my brother so they could watch the boys. Todd and I rushed Taylor to the emergency room for her first major emergency. We went to the emergency room with her once before when she was two weeks old because they suspected she had pyloric stenosis, but thankfully nothing came from that. Todd and I were beyond frazzled and quite scared when the doctor said she needed to have a CT Scan. Words like radiation, brain bleed, and skull fracture swam around in our heads. We didn’t understand how our perfect girl who was sitting up making jokes could have something so wrong internally. The words scared us, but we kept ourselves composed and did what we had to do. When Taylor was put on a gurney, she said “Hey! This sure is a comfy bed; anyone have a pillow?” She told the head of pediatrics about exactly how and why a snowflake formed when she was asked if it was still snowing outside. She told the nurses about her dog, Ranger, and how the one she had with her was pretend but the “exact same real one” was at home. She thought it was incredible that one of the techs who helped wheel her to radiology said he was her “train driver” and his name happened to be Gordon (from Thomas and Friends). She was hilarious, well-behaved, and kind the entire night. Even though she was scared, she was a trooper. She went through the CT Scan being completely still, hugging her dog. I was right there with her to hold her little feet and talk to her the entire time. I kept myself composed for almost the entire night. When I came back from radiology with her, I took a minute to go to the bathroom to have a super quick cry and text my best friends while Todd stayed with her. The doctor came in and gave her a cool magnetic doll toy for her to decorate and play with (and take home!) while we were waiting for results. I thought that was such a kind thing to do and they went above and beyond with the gift. They surely didn’t need to give her anything, but it made our girl so happy during a scary time.

When the doctor came in the room to give us the results, I literally felt weak in the knees and was sure I would fall over. I heard her say the words “All clean” and remember thinking is this real? After such a scare, to hear that she was perfectly fine was beyond amazing. I don’t know what I would have done if the results were different, but I sure am glad we didn’t have to find out. We thanked the doctor and nurses profusely, and went home where we did “cheers” with sparkling cider. I didn’t sleep at all that night, but my girl was safe and that’s all that mattered. We followed up with another doctor’s appointment where it was determined that Taylor really is just fine. I have never been more thankful in my life. When my gray hairs start poking through, I will be able to have Taylor reference this particular post.

Later in the week, Todd and I both got some kind of nasty stomach bug, thankfully a day apart. I also got a foot injury that required an urgent care visit because after 12 hours, the bleeding wouldn’t stop. Let’s just say, I’m not good with the at home pedicure razor… Knock on wood, the kids are in good health. I have bleached the house and opened the windows to air everything out. It’s been a few days now, and we are all feeling well, so I hope it remains that way.

Thank you to everyone who knew about T’s injury who reached out to me to make sure she was okay. I read her all of the comments from my personal Facebook page, and she loved the get well videos she got from a few special friends.