2009 not shaping up well...

This week was the longest week in recorded history. It claimed to be seven days, but I'm certain that I lived 40 in the same amount of time. All week I had been looking forward to the promise of reuniting with old friends and colleagues one more time before the Governor's Mansion changes hands. We dolled up on Friday (not too much, mind you. It was only 'business' dress) and headed to Jefferson City.

Just as we had reconnected and settled in with our treats and wine, we received the phone call that started "Sophia's okay, but..." Ugh. As Erick took the phone call, I watched from my seat and knew that our evening was taking a disappointing turn. Sophia had "helped" take a pizza out of the oven and set her hand on the door in the process.

We returned home to a lethargic and sleepy girl with slight blisters on her palm. We were shocked when she slept through the night, but we were even more shocked that her entire palm had turned into a blister. Five hours and much pacing later, Sophia got into the Burn ICU at the University and was immediately patched up, so to speak. Tonight, we're resting.

Sophia did wonderfully throughout. Trooper doesn't begin to describe her sweet and heart-wrenching tenderness. Last night, as we were discussing bed, she looked at Erick with watery eyes and said, "I'll stay here under the blankie a minute. Is that okay?" It was. She seemed to forget about her injury if it was tucked safely under the blanket.

Then this morning while discussing the impending doctor's visit, Sophia said "I wish it didn't happen." Broke our hearts, that one.

The emergency room itself was actually a pleasure for Sophia. at 8:30 on a Saturday morning, she had her pick of nurses to Peek-a-boo with. They were all head-over-heels for the cute little girl. Even when the burn attending, Dr. Kratz (sp?) came to get her, she responded sweetly, to which he said, "Sophia, you are indescribably cute."

We were home around 1:30 this afternoon with a groggy but still happy toddler. She perked up this afternoon to play some with her wrapped appendage.

By tonight, she was feeling out of it again and needed to snuggle with daddy, watching her little DVD player while Daddy watched football. A restful and much needed scenario for both.

The pain is significantly less this way than had the burn had to heal on its own. We are very grateful for that. So, anyway, 2009. I'm not loving it. Any budgetary restrictions we had placed on ourselves are shot beyond recognition, and that makes them all the more necessary. I still have hope. Seriously, with an adventurous and fearless toddler, our chances of making it through 2009 without an e.r. visit were slim to none. So maybe we just got ours out of the way. One can hope if one chooses. I choose to do so. Remind me of that tomorrow when I'm still wishing for 2010.