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Just like her sister.
Aug 23rd
Raising two daughters is truly an amazing thing. My girls are 2 years and 8 months apart. They annoy the crap out of each other yet love each other so much. The dynamic is both heartwarming and nerve wracking at the same time. From the moment Nora was capable, she has made it a priority to do exactly what her big sister is doing. She mimics Brinley to a T. If Brinley is reading a book, Nora is reading a book. If Brinley is coloring, Nora is coloring. When Brinley brushes her teeth, Nora wants to brush hers. If Brinley is having a drink, Nora needs a drink. If Brinely has to go potty, Nora has to go potty. And it’s not just the activity that she has to copy, it has to be done the same way – sitting in the same chair, coloring the same picture, going through the same motions, using the same cup.
It’s crazy how much she wants to be just like her big sister. Last night, Nora really proved just how much she wants to be like her big sister. You see, a little less than two years ago, Brinley had her first visit to the ER. She fell and hit her head on a wrought iron fire place basket and wound up with six stitches right in her hairline on her forehead. Nora wasn’t yet born back then, but she was with us through it. She was a mere 8 weeks along in gestation. I know she was taking note of it all.
How do I know this? Well yesterday we had a BBQ. It was raining so it turned into an indoor event. After we had enjoyed our food we headed down to the family room to play some Guitar Hero. The kids were making a phenomenal mess with the toys and the adults were taking turns playing Wii and supervising the kiddos. It was just about 7pm and we were getting ready to call it a night when we heard a loud thud. We all turned toward the direction of the sound and saw Nora face down on the brick fireplace hearth. I ran over to her and turned her over and she had a gash on her forehead that was bleeding a lot. I picked her up, brought her upstairs and put pressure on the wound. It just so happened that we had both a doctor and a nurse in the house. Once the bleeding stopped, both doctor and nurse had taken a quick look and Scott stopped vomiting (he has a weak stomach at the sight of blood), we got in the car and headed to the hospital. We left Brinley home in good hands with our friends.
Now I am not a fan of Emergency Rooms at all (not that I can imagine anyone is). The wait is always very long and it’s no fun to see all of these sick/hurt people waiting for care. But I have to say, it was as good of an experience as a visit to the ER could possibly be. We were in and out of there in less than an hour and a half. Nora, unlike her sister, did not require stitches. The doctor was able to use Derma-Bond glue to close the wound. Though both girls hurt themselves on or around a fireplace and had their wound on the same side of their forehead, Brinley’s was up much higher near her hairline while Nora’s is more right in the front of her forehead. It fits her personality. She’s a bruiser.
She will not be out done by her big sister!
You give me fever!
Jan 31st
We’ve been riding the fever roller coaster since Thursday night. Brinley has been going back and forth between a 104 degree temperature and a normal temperature, with the average around 102. I’ve called the nurse’s line (since it’s the weekend) probably five times over the last three days and they keep telling me the same thing, “It’s probably just a virus. Don’t worry. Let it run its course and just make sure she’s drinking.” So, she’s drinking plenty but has scarcely eaten a thing other than a donut (I know, but its all she wanted) in the past 72 hours. Whoever invented Motrin is a genius. Once that stuff kicks in, the normal Brinley appears then when its close to worn off (nearing the six hour mark) droopy, lethargic, red-cheeked Brinley returns. I’ve been assured time and time again that this fever is nothing to worry about, but it’s so much harder when it’s your OWN child that’s sick. I’ll be taking her in to the doctor tomorrow just for my own peace of mind.
Stitches
Oct 5th
It has been an eventful past few days to say the least. On Thursday, Brinley had her first trip to the Emergency Room. She fell while playing with her friend Deacon and hit her head. At first she was crying a lot but within ten minutes she was asking to get down to play again. However, the cut looked big enough that I was concerned so I decided to take her to the ER to have it looked at. I also wanted to make sure she did not have a concussion (even though she was acting just fine).
So we headed to the hospital and arrived around 5pm. I’ve come to realize that the term “Emergency” Room is used quite loosely. I showed up with my poor little, bleeding baby girl and the woman at the check in desk didn’t even look up at me. She just nodded and said, “just a few minutes dear.” I nearly jumped over the desk at her. However, she ended up being quite nice. We were at the ER from 5pm until about 10pm from start to finish. Brinley did extremely well. The doctors and nurses were awesome and made the entire experience as pleasant as they could. I honestly don’t think Brinley felt a thing and she was such a champ. She got six stitches near her hairline on the top right (left if looking at her) of her forehead. I am so proud of her!!
You can barely notice the band-aid on the top left of her forehead!Poor Baby Girl
Mar 3rd
It took 17 months but Brinley eventually got her first ear infection. On Friday she was not herself and felt very hot. I decided to take her to the doctors to get her checked out. She has a fever of 103 and was cranky and clingy all day. The doctor quickly diagnosed an ear infection in her left ear. The weekend was a roller coaster – there was the Brinley on Motrin and the Brinley off Motrin. Whoever invented Motrin is a Godsend! She was a completely different child when she had the Motrin in her – playing, laughing, coloring, etc. When the Motrin wore off it was like a light switch. She was cranky, clingy and only wanted her binky and to watch George. Her sleep cycle is complete out of whack. She was up at 4:30 am on Saturday morning (and so was I) and then up at 6:00 am on Sunday and again today. Nights were restless and she woke up sweaty each morning. Its so sad to see her like this. She is usually such a happy and playful little girl and this is so hard to see. I’m sleep deprived so that’s not making it any easier. Hopefully the doctor will be right and she will be feeling better today.
As a side note, everytime I give her the Amoxicillin it bring me back to my childhood. That smell of the bubble gum pink medicine reminds me of how sick I always was as a kid. Luckily for us, this is her first time and hopefully the last for while. Feel better soon baby girl!
