UA Gymnastics

Samantha and I went to a gymnastics meet back in early February.  She has loved her gymnastics class so much (really, just the trampoline) (despite having a new teacher every few weeks) that I thought she’d enjoy the meet.  She did.  She learned a couple of cheers like “Go Go Go Alabama” and “B-A-M-A Roll Tide Roll.”

 

About a month later, we went again as a family (and the Grissoms were supposed to go with us, but their attempt was foiled yet again by sickness).  Sam was an old pro this time.  She asked for popcorn until I conceded.  I got the family tub, and discovered that Ellie can put us all under the table with her popcorn eating.  (That blur down there is one reason I didn’t get to watch much of the second meet…)

Sam + Brick Wall = Doctor

After 4.5 years, we had our first real encounter with a trauma accident.  (I’d say that’s not too bad!)  Sam was at school playing with bubbles on the playground when she tripped and fell into a brick wall.  She put a pretty good hole into her forehead.  Obviously, head wounds bleed a lot (Alex, maybe you should stop reading here) and she was rushed to the office.  They cleaned her up as much as possible, gave her a popsicle and called me.  They told me that she’d probably need stitches.  So, off I go to pick her up.

(This happened on a Thursday.  I had a stomach bug on Tuesday, therefore wasn’t at work.  Ellie had an ear infection on Wednesday and needed a trip to the doctor’s office, therefore wasn’t at work.  I finally go back to work on Thursday and was called back for Sam.  Needless to say, not much got done at work that week.)

She was pretty shaken up, especially since we would have to go to the doctor.  Sam is pretty terrified of the doctor.  She made me promise to tell the doctor that she didn’t need any shots.  I promised.

The nurse had to numb the area.  It was a goo that took 20-30 min to work.  That was pretty traumatic.  Then the doctor had to wash out the wound.  That was even more traumatic.  Then the doctor glued the skin back together.  Oh, the horror.

When it was all over with, she’ll tell you how she got a popsicle, a sucker, some reese’s cups, and some nail polish out of the deal.  Maybe being hurt isn’t such a bad thing?

At the doctor’s waiting room:

Getting numbed:

At home afterwards: