Seven Years of Bad Luck and 15 Stitches

Mylie used Andi's long mirror for a slide down her bed yesterday and cracked the mirror in half. Seven years bad luck didn't take long to start. Five minutes after I came home for lunch, Mylie did a face plant onto our nightstand. She sliced a quarter inch cut in between her nose and lip. It looked deep, like a tooth went through. We called her pediatrician who said to bring her in instead of the ER. They checked and sure enough, it was cut straight through. They referred us to a plastic surgeon who sewed Mylie up. The inside of her mouth was really screwed up and took 12 stitches. The outside only had three stitches. The doctor was impressed that Mylie could sit still for the anesthesia shots. She was really tough. Tougher than me. I almost passed out.