This is the "healing face of RAD." Just kidding!!E has earned some privledges the last few weeks. She even got the coveted "stay overnight at a friend's house" reward(?) last Friday. The girl she stayed with seems to be a great influence on her. She's responsible and respectful. I felt cofortable letting her stay with her. Usually, I'm concerned for the friend. E loves to control everything, especially her peers (huh! Imagine that!!) She doesn't seem to do this with this girl.
She stayed overnight on Thursday, and I was going to pick her up at 2:00 on Friday afternoon. At 1:30, we got a call from her friend saying E had fallen in a ditch and had hit her head. They wanted to know if they should take her to the hospital or bring her home. E cries "wolf" a lot, so I decided to have them bring her home. If it was bad enough to take her to the ER, I wanted to be the one to do it. It was bad enough. The poor little thing looked terrible. Her face was all scraped up and her eye was swollen shut. She hadn't fallen in a ditch. She fell in a well. They were having an Easter egg hunt, and she stepped on a board to get an egg, not knowing that it was covering an old cistern-type well. She fell through and landed in about two foot of water. The well was about eight foot deep, and she had to be lifted out. She held it together until she saw me, then she lost it. Her birth mom always scared her when she had to go to the doctor, so she has a terrible fear of anything medical. Luckily, the nurse was one of her classmates' moms, so she was a little more relaxed. She was okay, just bruised and sore. I did really well until I started thinking about how it could have turned out. I can't imagine life without my little dimple face. Her guardian angel was working overtime that day. She's doing great, but I can't figure out why she gets mad when people ask what happened and I answer, "Well..."
She stayed overnight on Thursday, and I was going to pick her up at 2:00 on Friday afternoon. At 1:30, we got a call from her friend saying E had fallen in a ditch and had hit her head. They wanted to know if they should take her to the hospital or bring her home. E cries "wolf" a lot, so I decided to have them bring her home. If it was bad enough to take her to the ER, I wanted to be the one to do it. It was bad enough. The poor little thing looked terrible. Her face was all scraped up and her eye was swollen shut. She hadn't fallen in a ditch. She fell in a well. They were having an Easter egg hunt, and she stepped on a board to get an egg, not knowing that it was covering an old cistern-type well. She fell through and landed in about two foot of water. The well was about eight foot deep, and she had to be lifted out. She held it together until she saw me, then she lost it. Her birth mom always scared her when she had to go to the doctor, so she has a terrible fear of anything medical. Luckily, the nurse was one of her classmates' moms, so she was a little more relaxed. She was okay, just bruised and sore. I did really well until I started thinking about how it could have turned out. I can't imagine life without my little dimple face. Her guardian angel was working overtime that day. She's doing great, but I can't figure out why she gets mad when people ask what happened and I answer, "Well..."
