Four years ago today, the scar was born.
It all started when Ellie was 8 days old and I woke up with my first (and only) breast infection.
Besides having my boob feel hot and very achy I felt like I had the flu.
I sent Taylor off to go play at a friends house and wrapped myself up in a blanket on the couch.
It was time for Ellie to eat and I was dreading it-
big time.
Preston was two and a climber.
He was in the kitchen and I kept calling his name trying to convince him to come out in the
living room with me.
I heard him climb on the counter and just thought, "oh great" and figured I'd get him down in a minute.
(this picture does this scar no justice)
Before I had the chance, I heard the motor to this:
immediately followed by a
scream and crying.
I practically threw my newborn down on the cushion next to me and ran to the kitchen.
In the 2 seconds it took me to get there I pictured little fingers on the floor.
(thank goodness it wasn't his fingers)
I was horrified to find my 2 year old little boy sitting there on the counter with his sweet little 2 year old knee
RIPPED OPEN!
I grabbed a dish towel and put it on his knee and carried him to the couch where Ellie was waiting oh so patiently.
I was freaking out and seriously panicing and praying out loud what to do.
Luckily my mother-in-law was already on her way to help me out for a little bit.
Preston stopped crying before I did and that scared me cuz I thought maybe he was going into shock. He wasn't so that was good.
When she got there I asked her to go look in the blender to see if his skin was in it.
She looked and said there was nothing.
By this time I had called Chris to come home RIGHT NOW!
He wasn't too far away and got home pretty quickly.
Chris and his mom ended up taking Preston in to get stitched up by our dear friend,
Tony Ballew, who sadly passed away 2 summer's ago.
Preston's skin was tucked under the edge of his massive wound and fit back perfectly like a puzzle.
He ended up with 11 shots all around his knee and 9 stitches.
Chris said he screamed and screamed during the shots and had to hold him down.
Then as soon as the shots were over he passed out and slept during the rest of the procedure.
While they were gone I was at home crying my eyes out and feeling SO incredibly guilty for not getting up right away. And amazingly enough, I couldn't feel any pain or sickness for quite a few hours after the whole ordeal.
Thanks adrenaline.
Although, I would have rather of been the only one suffering that day.
The hand blender was on the counter, unplugged, and the 2 parts weren't even put together!
I sometimes still have a hard time getting the bottom part hooked in right!
Seriously! This kid was and sometimes still is WAY too smart for his own good!
So Preston has the COOLEST "S" shaped scar on his knee from his
mischieveous 2 year old days!
And it was the worst day of my whole life!!!
