This weekend Mom came up from St. George to visit. She plans on dividing her time between ours and Becky's houses. Tonight Becky and Randy and family came up with Mom to go to the Demolition Derby. We met at Olive Garden (yummy!) for dinner and then we all went to the Cache County Sheriff's Department Demolition Derby. The kids were excited and it definitely lived up to their expectations. I have to admit that it got pretty intense at times and I really enjoyed myself. Allen and Randy decided that they want to one day participate in a derby (we'll see if it ever really happens).
I was scheduled to work at the nursing home that night, so we were making sure to leave on time. On our way out of the fair grounds we stopped at the bathrooms for the kids to all go. The next thing I know Mom comes running out yelling at Allen to take the baby away from me and then Sam comes out screaming and crying with blood dripping everywhere. Somehow she had cut her hand on one of the bathroom stall doors. I pretty well had to tackle her in order for her to let me look at her hand and get it cleaned up. It looked pretty deep so we went to the ER. They numbed it up to look at it because she was quite hysterical. It was a clean cut so they were able to glue it shut instead of stitches, which made Sam much happier.
Mom was planning on going back to Bountiful, but ended up coming home with us so that she could watch Rock and Bubba while we were at the ER. Thanks Mom for helping out!!
I did finally make it to work, but was an hour late. Thankfully the nurse going off duty was understanding and willing to work with me. And I'm so glad Sam's hand wasn't any worse than it was. When I saw all that blood I was really scared. I can handle the blood, but when it is on your own daughter, it is something else entirely.