Poor Jane got a big gash in her head at the Sabins tonight. She was playing a game with Max and Leah and bashed her forehead into a rock hold on Max and George's wall. She ran down the stairs screaming, "Help me! There's so much blood coming from my head!" There really was so much blood. It was running down her face, got all over her clothes, and all over Matt, who had gotten to her first. I felt so sorry for her. She was so worried about needing to go to the hospital. She kept asking if she needed to go. She also declared it the worst day of her life and said she wished she were dreaming. She did, in fact, need to go to the hospital. Matt took her and said she was a champ--never cried. Steve went with them and sent me these pics as updates on how she was doing.
After getting a numbing cotton ball placed on the wound.
Waiting to see the doctor.
Talking to the doctor before the stitches.
All done.
She ended up with seven stitches. When she came home she was excited to report that it didn't hurt at all. But after seeing the stitches she got very worried about going to school the next day. "What if the band-aid falls off and everyone sees it?"
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