
Hearing a crash, simultaneous with a scream, when your child is finishing her shower is never a good thing.

Stace ran, shouting, "Don't move!" all the way down the hall. I followed, and once I saw the mess of shattered glass and Cora's bloody foot, ran back out to get the dustpan and brush.
Cora was a trooper, and calmed down pretty quickly. The benefit of a cut made by glass, it was clean and not as painful as it might have been.
She had been toweling off and had flipped the towel up over her head. This brought crashing to the ground a pretty vase/candle holder from a high shelf, and as it shattered, a piece sliced her foot.
Thankfully it was early enough in the night that a local urgent care was still open, saving us that frightful trip to the ER. My parents met us there to take Violet back home, so she could go to bed.
Cora was a good girl, pretty calm, but very scared of having stitches. Rightfully so, of course. Foot injuries hurt, and the two numbing shots into the wound put her through the roof. Stace and I held her down, to keep her foot still, and to attempt to comfort her. Poor girl, all of us in the room knew those screams were well-earned.
The numbness came quickly, and the doctor efficiently put three stitches in place to close up the cut.
For our family's first experience with an accident-spurred trip to urgent care, all went very well. We were back home, with Cora grateful to be in bed, by 10 p.m. We're so grateful to God for great medical care just a mile from our house, and for His protection. It always could have been worse.
On Friday, Cora enjoyed a day with me. No need to rush her out of bed for a half-day of school, especially when we weren't sure what kind of pain she'd experience.
We took Violet to preschool, and spent our morning together at the insurance office and grocery store. And the doughnut shop. Everything is better with your day's quota of sugar stuck to your fingers, right?
Stace and I are so proud of Cora, and how she is handling this situation.
On Saturday morning, Cora took her math workbook to Violet's soccer class. She usually spends that time kicking a ball with her daddy, but it will be a couple of weeks before she'll be able to kick again.
Or run, or jump, for that matter. The thought of not playing her favorite game ("Prisoner") at school is making Cora most upset about the whole ordeal.
After soccer, we went to the doctor's again for a wound check, and this time they gave Cora a tetanus shot, just in case. The stitches look good, and we have our marching orders on how to care for it. Cora also has an oral antibiotic and a topical ointment, to further prevent infection. In another week, we're return to have the stitches removed.