Mom says, 'I am writing this story - after telling it 4000 times ... because everyone asks, 'shame, what happened to her chin...' ... i also know that in Zaria's lifetime she will tell this story 8000 times ... as she will always have (hopefully a very tiny and feint) scar there... Basically, we took off the door to Zaria's room and put it against the bed by the wall, so that it covered the gap between the bed and the wall ... There are always scatter cushions over it. On Monday afternoon ZaZ had her twin friends, Adi and John over to play ... I (Mom) told them to go jump on the bed (because its a fun activity) ... Then they left ... that night Phil came home earlyr (VERY rare) , took ZaZ for a walk (first time), met up with his cousins visiting from JHB ... ZaZ was very excited about all this... it was 8pm and she was exhausted ... She went to her dark room while Phil went to make her milk ... She then decided that jumping on the bed was a good idea ... which is when she landed with her chin on the edge of the bed ...
Now for the record; PHIL was completly SHAKING ... Me (gia) was as calm as a cucumber and ZaZ was crying but not that bad ...
Phil put on a facecloth and when we looked the cut was quite deep ...
I called my Doctor friend Sarahan (hoping that we could go to her home in Fresnaye - cause all I really wanted to do was make my salad and sit infront of the TV and watch Private Practice - Sorry ZaZ - Bad Mother!)
BUT Sarahan was at the emergency room - Thank Goodness ...
So into the car we went, Phil Shaking, Me calm and ZaZ sort of crying but really just reminding me to keep the facecloth under her chin ...
When we got there ... Sarahan was expecting a neurotic, shaking lady (the last time she saw me in the Emergency - ZaZ had just rolled down 2 flights of steep steps - I was a WRECK ... ) This time it was just her chin ...
Sarahan took a look, said that she could stitch it up here or they could get a plastic surgeon - but the plastic surgeons like to do it in theatre ...
Phil and I both agreed that theatre did not sound like fun ...
Sarahan suggested phoning Marc - one of the Clamber Club dads and the best (perhaps only) pediatric plastic surgeon ... We phoned him, he didn't answer, so we said Sarahan stitch it up ...
My condition was: 'ZaZ is the next Annie or Shirly Temple so there is to be NO scarring for her profile pictires)
They gave ZaZ a swab with Cocaine and antiseptic on it and some Stopyne (which I questioned about - don't like stopyne.
ZaZ fell asleep!
Marc phoned back to say he would do it ... and 10 minutes later he arrived (luckily he had been in the hospital with another patient)
He said he would do it out of theatre and with no sedation.
We lay ZaZ down on the bed, fast asleep ... I told Marc she was in a DEEP sleep as she was not playing with her nipple ...
Phil left the room - the site of the scar freaked him (he could not believe I took this picture - But I think it's great record keeping)
THEN Marc took this long thin needle for the local aneasthetic and stuck it into the cut ... ZaZ WOKE up in a shock and started shouting, 'Take it away, take it away' ...
Phil rushed in, held her legs down, I held her arms and leaned on her body...
Thank goodness I had verbal diary and spoke to ZaZ about everything under the Sun - Dora, her concert, rewards etc etc ...
Marc stitched her up - 8 stitches!
ZaZ made a few grumbles, but nothing bad ... SO BRAVE and good!
When we finished she got a certificate ... we spoke about this certificate at length while we waited for Phil to do the paper work ...
Zaz fell asleep in the car (staring at the certificate) in 3 minutes ... home, sleep (phil tossed and turned)
The next morning - she asked why she had a plaster and said it was difficult to eat ...
When she saw the certificate by her school bag she asked what that was ... and then in the car proceeded to ask ALL the same questions as the previous night ...
ZaZ - you are a CHAMP!!!!! Well done my Pumpkin Patch!
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Dad says - I'm not embarrassed to say that I was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane and was as freaked out as a nun at a Stephen King movie. I thought I would be better outside when Dr Marc was doing his thing, but I couldn't stay away. Very strange and beautiful what my little angel has done to me.
The way that events unfolded on the night of the door-to-chin incident, as I resentfully call it, made me really believe that there was someone or something watching over us on that dreadful night - that Dr Marc was not only in town but was in the hospital at 9pm on the last night of his holiday, was as close to a miracle as I've personally experienced, or maybe I'm just being an over-dramatic in the post 'smile in the wrong place' chin event; but it was strangely coincidental; gratefully so.
I was astounded at how brave Zaza was - I was an upset, but very proud dad! Gia was calm and cool in my moment of panic, she was a rock, well done mom, Zaza was very lucky to have you there, telling stories and providing the calm distraction that made whole ordeal made it easier.
These things happen and they're part of growing up for all of us, my Zazz was a warrior of the light, Gia was solid and we got through it together!
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