You are my sunshine
Alpha from the Splendid Kit by Shabby Princess, Paper and ribbon from Jessica Bolton’s RAKFile Contribution
Alpha from the Splendid Kit by Shabby Princess, Paper and ribbon from Jessica Bolton’s RAKFile Contribution
We have weaned him successfully! He still tries to lift my shirt to nurse in the middle of the night — probably force of habit — but he no longer gets upset when I tell him he’s a big boy now and should go back to sleep. He tries to hold a conversation on his own now, and one of the remarkable things about the boy is he has learned to ask his Dad to buy him the Elmocize DVD, and one afternoon his other grandma (Alan’s Mom) was going out to the grocery and she asked what he wanted, he responde with “nana”, his term for his favorite fruit, “Banana”.
That’s my boy wonder for you.

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A photo of Angel taken last August 5 with his waterproof bandage over the stitches.. As if he never got injured at all!
Crossposted on Pinay New Yorker
I came home just before 3PM and found Angel napping on his fold out sofa. My mom immediately told me that he had fallen and had a cut on his forehead. He stirred and woke up and I saw a slight trickle from a tiny gaping wound — small, but open, so I tried reaching out to our pediatrician who turned out to be on vacation. I immediately decided to call Alan to tell him I was taking Angel to the ER. I figured the wound might be closed by a staple (which, I was later told in the ER doens’t work for wounds on the forehead), or some stitches. In any case, I didn’t want to take the chance that the wound might get infected or that it might not heal properly and scar badly.
I called for a taxi and Mom and I hopped in with Angel. Other than what must’ve been pain on the forehead, he was okay and alert. The bleeding had abated some but had not stopped totally. I wasn’t worried and kept telling him that it was part of growing up. I was surprisingly not panicky, although I felt worried about the wound.
After triage and registration at the ER, we were called and ushered in. An ER doctor came and asked what happened, read his stats and inquired if we wanted a plastic surgeon to handle the wound since one was in the area. I didn’t want to overreact but when he said it made no difference really except that most people preferred a plastic surgeon when the would was on the face, I immediately grabbed it.
A male nurse held his head steady and I held him down by the shoulder and arms.. My face was right in front of his face which enabled me to talk to him, and Mom held his lower body down. The wound was injected with novocaine which caused the immediate area of the wound to swell. The surgeon proceeded to cut the skin to trim it and stitch the wound closed. I couldn’t really bear to look although even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I was too busy trying to distract Angel. While the surgeon assured me he could no longer feel the stitching, I knew Angel was very distraught to have a strange man holding his head steady.
We were done in 10 minutes. Angel was sobbing slightly but had quieted down by the time he got up to have me carry him. No bathing the head for three days, (and definitely no swimming), and I was given some extra waterproof bandage to put on the incision if the original one falls off. We’re seeing the doctor again in 10 days.
Alan picked us up from the ER and drove us home. Except for the 1 x 2 inch white flat bandage on his head, you wouldn’t even know there was anything wrong with the boy. He was going around and playing in the ER waiting room and he’s his usual active self again.
No matter how small the injury may be, I wish I could’ve taken the fall instead. I knew my Mom felt the same. The other Lola, too. Yet with stories from Alan himself about how a family friend who is a popular surgeon in Manila used to stitch him up — so I know I’m in what will become familiar territory knowing how much of a livewire Angel is.
We’re seriously considering cancelling the vacation but want to wait and see how the swelling goes tomorrow. I’ve given him the Tylenol pain reducer as recommended by the doctor, and I’m going to put some ice on his forehead once he’s asleep. I keep telling myself he will be fine as he seems to be. I just need to keep reminding myself that.