It seemed to be a normal day back in September. . . it was nice and while playing outside I got some photos. Above, Kate vs. green scooter.
So, we were getting ready to go and buy Jane a new bike helmet. I was changing the baby/getting ready, and Jane was bouncing on our exercise ball that I had only re-inflated earlier that day. Somehow, she bounced off it and hit her chin hard on our cement floor. It was bleeding, and she was crying, and when I looked at it, I knew it needed more than a band aid. The wound was about the size of a quarter and I could see facial fat. I had no butterfly bandages in the house, and with a facial wound, thought I better get to the doctor. I called and they got me right in and our kind neighbor picked Colin up from school. Jane was pretty upset, mainly as she thought it might involve a shot. I explained to her about stitches, which she thought was funny until thinking about getting them herself. When our doctor saw how upset she was, he glued instead. I again freaked out when the glue came off in four days and again just seemed like an new open wound. And now I freak out noticing all the ways our kids could again split their chins open.
Jane post doctor, showing her glue job. She is covered in orange creamie (for being a good girl) and doctor stickers. Our doctor said about 50% of the population has a similar scar on their chin. It's really not too bad, hardly notice it now. I was traumatized, not fun at all!