Twelve is . . .
. . . the number of kids I coach on my daughter’s coach pitch baseball team.
. . . the approximate number of balls that bounced right by Princess while she was the catcher.
. . . the approximate number of balls that rolled by her before she fielded one and threw it to first base when she was playing pitcher.
. . . the approximate number of inches she just missed catching a pop fly by.
. . . the approximate number of times she swung at the ball and missed 
. . . the approximate number of times I told her not to run in the dugout when it was her turn to sit out.
. . . the number of minutes she cried uncontrollably after she slipped and her face met the cement wall of the dugout.
. . . the number of minutes it took the doc at the Urgent Care to decide whether he could take care of her or if we needed to go to the ER for a plastic surgeon.
. . . the number of stitches it took to fix up her lip after she hit the wall with her face and bit through her lip.
. . . the number of times during the stitching that she asked “are you done yet?”
. . . the number of times per day that she has to swish and rinse with salt water.
Princess is doing fine - is limited to very soft food (smoothies, mashed potatoes, etc.) or tiny bit sized food for 7 days so she doesn’t accidentally bit her lip. She got 4 stitches inside her lip, 5 on the outside but inside her mouth to seal it shut, and 3 on the underside of the outside of her chin to close the hole where her teeth went through. Yes, that’s blood on her shirt. Her white baseball pants were pretty much pink . . . in fact, I owe the assistant coach a new glove after she sat on it and dripped blood all over it. Faces bleed . . . a lot.
Fortunately, faces and mouths also heal very well. She gets the 3 outside stitches out on Thursday. The others will dissolve on their own. She didn’t knock out any teeth, miraculously . . . and she didn’t break her nose or smash her glasses, like the other kid we saw at the Urgent Care, wearing a YMCA shirt - ya, he broke his nose that morning when he missed a ball and it hit him in the face.
Her lip is huge the morning after . . . she’s actually smiling in this picture . . . she just can’t really because of her lip.
Nice road rash on her chin, too. Princess sure got a taste of a natural consequence for this moment of choosing not to listen to me!
Oh, my gosh. I can feel her pain. That had to hurt. No matter how we much we tell them or try to protect them, somewhere along the line, this sort of thing happens.
I am so happy that she didn’t have to go the plastic surgery route.
I remember when I wanted to save a print in a large picture. The glass company, that was going to put a mirror in the frame for me, refused to keep the glass and even throw it away. I carried the glass into our storage area, tripped on the edge of the rug, fell on the glass, smashed it, and cut my arm. I wrapped it in towels and had blood everywhere. I didn’t want to wake my husband so I went in to my room to wait until he got up. Well, he got up, saw the towels and he went to coffee. I realized that he had left so I took myself to the doctor and the doctor was upset with me as I needed thirteen stitches and there was a lot of broken glass in my arm. I am old and still do stupid things.
OH NO!! I couldn’t read the full description as their are no other adults here to catch me or the baby when I fall — you know how I am!!
My kids just can’t get hurt - it doesn’t work for me!
Tell Princess I am sorry and am blowing her a kiss. Be sure to catch it before it flies in and smacks my godson in the face.
Love ya _ Jenn
Oh my!!! I feel so bad for her because it had to hurt but she did tell me last night that it didn’t hurt much anymore so that is good. Unfortunately a part of sports and growing up. Love…Mom