Wow, being a toddler is dangerous business. First she fell on the dog's bowl and gave herself a black eye for Santa. Then she face planted on the rug and had rug burn on her nose like Rudolf.
This time is a fat lip...the worst of the three incidents.
We were in the kitchen and she was playing in 'her' drawer. It was open and she was walking towards it and tripped, fell forward, hit her face, fell backward on to her butt, then on to her back and hit the back of her head on the floor. It happened so fast and it was awful. Rick and I both saw it and I just knew that I was going to be putting front teeth in a glass of milk and heading off to the hospital.
I picked her up and saw a little blood, didn't overreact, (a miracle- I kept thinking, if I act scared, she will be scared....learned that from Mom) and then once I saw it was her lip and not her teeth, I offered her a popsicle and we were good and distracted.
I think this toddlerhood is going to age me quickly! (It was totally gone in the morning)
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It's amazing how fast they can recover. I've also had that horrible feeling in my gut when I think teeth have been busted out. It's a hard stage for the parents too even though we aren't the ones falling all over the place.
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