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Friday The Thirteenth Strikes Again

It's been a lovely day. My father drove out here
("I spent over 70 bucks on diesel fuel to sit here and eat lunch with a bunch of kids?)
for Special Person Day at the elementary school. He and I got the girls some lunch from Burger king and traipsed into the school with the other bajillion parents/grandparents. We ate lunch with Ashley first, then Allison. It was fun. Here is Ashley and her Papa, my father,

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Then I took my father to tour the new retirement living apartments near me. He saw all the old people there and made a face. I'm not sure, but I think one of the old ladies made one right back at him.

Then I got the call I always dread. "Please come get your child, I think she needs stitches"

Ashley, who has Cerebral Palsy from a stroke suffereed in the womb, wears a DAFO. It's a leg brace on her right side that helps keep her foot aligned and gives her support for walking. Somehow she got her good hand wedged inside the articulated part of the brace and it clamped down on her. I rushed over there to hold her and take her to the hospital. Her pretty little face was all red from crying and once again I had the overwhelming mommy-desire to remove all pain from this little person.
I was proud of myself though. I didn't cry once. Over the years I've gotten better with the not-life-threatening-medical stuff. It's the life threatening things that drive me over the edge. Here's a picture of her finger with the enromous blood blister on the pad of her finger. The doc had to lance it and it took three of us to hold her down for the fun.

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She's now resting quietly in my room, being waited on hand and foot by me. I don't mind a bit.

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  1. Awww poor Ashley. Hope she's feeling better.

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  2. She's feeling a bit better. We had to give her rootbeer and ice cream and motrin, but she's feeling quite pampered.

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