Yesterday, I had a day that I don't EVER want to relive. Robb went shopping for a shirt for The Boy to wear for Easter, and he also got me a new dress. When he got home, he draped them over the back of the couch. A little while later, Sassy Pants went running around the back of the couch and then let out a scream like I have never heard before. Apparently the hanger on my dress was at the exact height of her eye, and as she ran around the couch, the hanger caught in her lower eyelid. I don't know if I will ever get that sight out of my mind. I was not the most level-headed mom because I immediately just started screaming and becoming hysterical. Thankfully Robb remained calm and got the hanger out of her eye. I immediately took her from him, and raced her to the local ER.
On the way to the ER, she was amazingly calm and quiet, which made me afraid that maybe she was going into shock. Every now and then, though, she would cry out. The Boy, who went with me, spent the trip alternating between assuring her and praying for her eyesight. When we got there, Sassy Pants was quite a trooper. I ran her inside, and quite hysterically tried to explain to the registration desk people what had happened. They took her right back, and the triage nurse was able to check to see if she could see. I was amazed when Sassy could tell her how many fingers were being held up when her good eye was covered.
They called for the ophthalmologist on call, who came and said that it looked like the tube connecting her tear duct and her nose had been severed and set us up to go down to Charleston to the medical university for them to do the repair. So I called Robb and asked him to pack a bag for Sassy and me, and I would swing by and pick it up on our way out to Charleston. When we got home, Robb scooped up Sassy in a huge bear hug; he had been so worried about her (as had the girls) and was thankful that her sight was fine.
This is what her eye looked like before we left for Charleston.
They had to sedate her to put in the stitches, and she was a trooper through the whole thing. She only cried a little bit when they put the IV in her hand. I got to stay in the room with her the whole time, for which I was extremely grateful; there was NO way I was going to leave my baby.
I can't explain why she had so little pain, why her vision wasn't affected, or why the laceration that appeared to sever her tear duct tube earlier was only a superficial wound. I can only say that when God's people approach His throne, He answers their prayers. Thank you, God!