We had quite an end to Cbaby's visit. We went back to hometown to go to parents' for Father's Day. I sent her home with a gps unit to try and get some of them to geocache with her. There was one at the stage at hometown park. They are getting ready to do construction on the stage, (and her dad will be one of them doing the work - so we thought we'd find it, tell him where it is, so he can put it back when they are done.) We found it easily enough, but she decided instead of walking back she was going to jump from bench to bench (which I had already told her not to do). I was looking off and walking up on the other side from her. I I turned just in time to see her go down. She hit her head on the edge of the next bench and folded up. Ya'll...I don't think I have ever stopped breathing like I did right then. It literally scared me to death. I took off for her and my sandal caught on a chunk of loose concrete. I twisted my ankle, but didn't fall. I kicked off the shoes and kept on. There was blood everywhere. It could have been sooooo bad. When I saw the blood pouring off her face I was expecting her mouth to be busted or her nose broken. Neither were. But, she had a gash on her forehead. A gaping gash pouring blood. I ran to my car to get something to put on it and the firstaid kit out of my car (which sucked greatly, there will be a much better one in there from now on). We got the bleeding stopped and cleaned her up some. I knew it would need stitches, so I called my mom (who could talk to my sister and keep her calm). She said to bring her on to their house first and she'd get sister over there. Loaded her up and brought her home they took one look at her and agreed, another hospital visit was needed. We got her cleaned up and then headed on up to the hospital. It took a while, but they got her xrayed and stitched up. Eight stitches (to try and minimize scarring). The Xrays were clear, but they are watching her for infection because of the wood and paint. She never once said she wanted her mama, it was always Tootie that she wanted, even in the hospital. That didn't go over well, but should paint a clear picture. It's not Sister that's getting up with her tonight, it's Tootie, and Sister is fine with that. (They want her to wake Cbaby up every 3 hours.) So, it was a hell of a day. I don't know that I will forget that image for a long time.
Here's the after. Other than the gash she has a small cut over one eye (scratched up her new glasses), her cheek is bruised and some bruises on her arms and legs. She was so lucky.
Also, a picture of Daddy for Father's Day. This if from a few years ago, when Bo was still here.