What an awful experience! Scariest weekend Jim and I ever had to encounter since the twins were born four years ago. I remember Jim wanting boys when we first found out we were pregnant with multiples but secretly I was glad they were girls because I knew that they would be easier and gentler when playing. Turns out I was wrong though, as Allie and Kristy are both showing tomboy tendencies and Allie is definitely the more adventurous leader. She climbs on furniture and jumps off, giving me a heart attack a couple times a day. Strong discipline had been implemented with both of them and it seemed to be working as she was getting better until yesterday.
Allie and Kristy know they are not allowed into our bedroom to play but when I was pouring coffee yesterday morning I heard the absolute worst crash and ran to find Allie screaming and blood on the side of her shirt. My tall dresser was tipped on the floor at an angle and a bottle of perfume was spilled on the floor. Kristy was crying in the doorway. I scooped up Allie and noticed a huge gash behind her left ear and I was in shock as I saw her white skull exposed. Jim was working so I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and applied pressure with one hand while calling 911 with the other hand. Rushed to the hospital after an ambulance ride I hardly remember with Kristy in my lap and Allie on the gurney.
After a quick cat scan, it was apparent that the corner of the dresser had just scraped her head and there was no internal injury. They took her back to the OR and put her to sleep to stitch her head up with 12 stitches. The realization hit me hard then that my twins would forever be distinguishable if you knew where to look. Thankfully, her hair will cover the stitch location in time but all I can say right now is that she surely had a guardian angel looking out for her because it could have been a lot worse for her. We stayed overnight but all is going to be okay. First trip in four years to the E.R. and I hope we do not have to go again any time soon.