Picture this...
Abby was being diligent and doing her conditioning exercises for volleyball, Anna was playing her DS in the family room, I was outside picking bagworms off our pine trees, and Jon was at a meeting at church when I hear very loudly, "MOM, ABBY'S HURT!" Needless to say, I dropped my bag of bagworms and ran into the house. Abby had scraped her shin bone pretty badly on the edge of a chair and was visibly upset. It was one of those tough calls: stitches or no stitches? After consulting a couple of people, I followed my motherly gut instinct and headed to Children's Hospital, where we spent the next four hours. Sure enough, Abby had to get 5 stitches in her leg. (I guess we made the right call.) Finally, at 1:30 AM we pulled into the driveway. Here's a lovely picture of her cut:
THEN....as if that wasn't enough of an ordeal (the shots of anesthesia were quite painful!), she had her braces put on this afternoon. She's being a trooper through it all. I'm sure she'd appreciate your prayers!
