My poor, poor Reagan!

7 stitches are not going to slow the poses down that's for sure!
What a crazy day in the life of my newly 6 year old little one! Friday, while playing at a neighbors house, she turned around too fast while trying to walk around a doll house and smashed her head on a wall. I feel so sad just thinking about it! So anyway, off to the E.R. we went (every time we go, I still feel a little weird about the fact that it is nothing like the show j/k). There was weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth in the back seat of our Expedition that day (minus the gnashing of teeth). But my sweet little sweetie pie was such a brave little soul! I think that she was more angry about getting hurt than anything-she kept yelling, "I HATE GETTING HURT!!!!!!" with as much air as she could force out of her little lungs. I hate it when she gets hurt too, it breaks my heart to see my little ones in pain :(. Anyway, while we were sitting in the pediatric room of the ER waiting for the plastic surgeon to come and stitch my baby up, Blake thought that it would be a great time to tell her about all of the many, many times that he's had to get himself stitched up...I noticed a lot more scars on his face that I'd never really seen before that day...and I'm pretty sure that the total number of stitches that he's had in his life are floating somewhere around the 8000's. Well after he was done regaling us with his lovely stories, Reagan was still nervous so we jumped right into one of the many adventures of "Princess Reagan and her Princess Friends" that I tell her whenever she's having a hard time. All of the stories begin with, "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful little princess with the darkest brown eyes you'll ever see and pretty black hair, and her name was...." and then Reagan pipes in with..."Reagan Rosemary Harrison"...and then our story continues with whatever creative junk that I can pull out of my head at the moment. This day the Adventure was about how one morning Princess Reagan woke to find that there was no color left in the world because Malificent had cast an evil spell and the only way to get the color back was to climb to the top of the very highest mountain and find an Orange Orange, a Yellow Banana, a Blue Blueberry, a Red Apple and a Purple Velvet Flower. Sounds simple enough right??? Wrong. I had to figure out a way to keep that story going until she was stitched up and ready to go home. So of coarse Princess Reagan, Mulan, Shang, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and the rest of the princesses happened upon many absurd mishaps along the way, but indeed they finally succeeded, Thanks in part to the great Doctor and his Awesome nurse who thought that the whole story was just about a Fruit Salad....mmmmm, fruit salad, yummy yummy. And might I just add that I was SOOOOO impressed with Mt. Timpanogos Hospital! The plastic surgeon did such an amazing job and was so kind and gentle with easing Reagan's fears about what was happening. She only felt a little burning when he was dripping the drugs into the cut, but only enough for her to say "Ow, that hurts". Then when he was nearly finished stitching up her eyebrow she asked him when she was going to have to get a shot. So clearly she didn't see him shooting her the 6 times that he did! We were out of there in less than an hour and on our way to get Reagan an ice cream cone for being such a little trooper. Not the grandest day of her life, but she made it through, and I feel so blessed as always to be able to be her momma!