I was playing catch with Elijah on Wednesday. And he caught the ball with his eye. When he fell to the ground screaming like someone chopped his arm off I thought he was overreacting. Cuz he does that sometimes. Then I pulled his hand away from his face and thought . . . Oh crud. This is bad. Are we gonna make a trip to the ER? I didn't throw it that hard.
What about you? Ever had a black eye? Ever given someone else a black eye? Do tell.
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I immediately had the secret club girls summon Dr. Allison (neonatologist who lives next door and had just gotten home) and I called our newest neighbor on the other side, former paramedic Jeremy.
During the events, my husband was at the history-making "perfect" San Francisco Giants game. And while these pictures do no justice to the hugeness of swelling they determined that he was probably gonna make it. His eye would not fall out, there was probably not a fracture, and he could see. So I did what any good mom does when their kid is traumatized - offered some sugar and a show. Works every time, doesn't it?
Jeremy helped set Elijah with some frozen corn and a show while I put the girls to bed.
During the events, my husband was at the history-making "perfect" San Francisco Giants game. And while these pictures do no justice to the hugeness of swelling they determined that he was probably gonna make it. His eye would not fall out, there was probably not a fracture, and he could see. So I did what any good mom does when their kid is traumatized - offered some sugar and a show. Works every time, doesn't it?
Jeremy helped set Elijah with some frozen corn and a show while I put the girls to bed.
Day 2 where he told his friends he got hit by a level 8 ball. I had to remind him to tell his friends who threw that level 8 ball. Granted the ball skimmed a tree making it hard for him to see where the ball was coming and leading Elijah to say "It was a bad throw." Whatever. I'm going to the majors next year.
Watching his sister graduate from Kindergarten. Thrilled.
The woman behind the black eye.
Day 3. Kinda of goes with his FBI neck tatt, no?
What about you? Ever had a black eye? Ever given someone else a black eye? Do tell.
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