We decided to spend Memorial weekend in Montrose. For those of you who don't know where that is located ... it is about one hour south of Grand Junction, Colorado. We had a nice, relaxing time there hanging out with Chiki's family, friends, and fly fishing (future post).
Anyhow, Sunday rolled around and since Chiki & I were going to be running the Bolder Boulder Monday, we had to leave. We decided to take a more scenic route on the way home that passed just west of Aspen. We were all enjoying the ride and the breath taking views, when I came up with the "brilliant" idea to get out of the car and check out a waterfall. Chiki & I spent minutes getting the little ladies shoes and socks back on, along with their jackets. We crossed the street and took in the waterfall, walked back thru all of the mud to get back to the car, where the scene of the crime occurred. As I opened the car door for Nanner's to get back into the car, she happened to turn her head just right and bashed right into edge of the door. At first sight, I thought she had just got a little scratch. At second glance ... I realized that she had some white stuff showing and had punched a hole through all layers of her skin in the middle of her forehead.
Since we were in the middle of the mountains, I threw myself into panic mode. All the while Chiki was trying to keep Hannah calm. We whipped out out little handy, dandy GPS to search for the nearest emergency room.
The drive to the hospital in Glenwood Springs was about 20 minutes away, so we put a band aid over the hole. It wasn't bleeding but she thinks band aids make everything better, so we put one on to comfort her.
Hannah was such a trooper. She hardly cried, never complained of her head hurting, and continued to play while in the waiting room at the hospital. To make a long story short ... after waiting over 4 hours of no one being called back, Livi having a break down because there was no food in the vending machine/ cafeteria closed at 1pm,and the life flight bringing in a new patient ... we consulted with a nurse who said that we would be OK if we were to take her back up to the Children's Hospital in Denver.
Hannah ended up not having to get stitches and was able to have her forehead glued. Sorry no pics, but she is doing great and has more energy then ever. Who ever said that we wouldn't have to worry about all the broken bones and many trips to the hospital because we don't have boys?
