We were at a friends house last night eating dinner and having fun when Sariye came walking around the couch crying. We didn’t think much of it because she’s almost two. Crying is a pretty typical sound we hear every day. She stopped, staggered a bit and then leaned against the couch. That’s when I saw it. Blood was welling up under her hair and began to run down her tiny cheek. I felt guilty. I was just sitting there with my hands out to her, not trying to get up and comfort my crying girl, just sitting and saying, “it’s ok, come here.” Of course, when I saw the blood I jumped up and held her. She had a medium sized gash in her head! It wasn’t as bad as it looked, but we still decided to take her to the ER just to be sure. Once at the ER the doctor told us that she should have staples in her head just to make sure that it doesn’t start bleeding again in the night. Poor Sariye. Though Sharayah and I aren’t necessarily toppled over by the genius of most doctors we were impressed by the Doctor at this hospital. He was caring, not pushy and very gentle. He gave us options that weren’t any better than staples so we trusted him. Even the nurses were kind and not impatient like most of them are these days. One male nurse came in not because he was working on Sariye, but just to tell us that his son is in the ER quite a bit with head injuries (those boys). It was a “pleasant experience” under the circumstances.

I am happy to report that Sariye doesn’t seem to even know what happened. She slept through the night (even though we were in there ever couple of hours checking on her) and today she seems perfectly normal. She doesn’t seem to notice she has staples in her head. I know I’d be whining constantly about it.

God kept us calm. He protected Sariye and definitely made it not that painful for her.

Kyle