It happened. The day came. I don't know if I thought I'd be ready, but I wasn't.
Nealie had one of those days, the school told me. She was falling a lot and I noticed a small bump on her head. Nothing serious, just my die-hard, rough little girl. What's more, her nap today was about an hour and fifteen minutes long. Compared to the four hours she usually endures, I should have known we were in trouble.
We got home, had dinner and started getting ready for bed. Nealie started getting silly, running around the house crab-style. I was reading her books. She runs into the kitchen and WHAM! She does a face-plant on the linoleum. She's crying, there's blood, Dad starts freaking out, frantically searching for the tooth.
No, my daughter didn't knock any teeth out of her mouth. Yes, my household just endured our first fat lip. It's pretty difficult holding a cold washcloth to the face of your own screaming child. A lot of Tylenol and smack-down style icing was all I could do. I gave her a bottle filled with cold milk and she went right to sleep.
I think we're gonna try to keep it simple tomorrow...
2 comments:
Oh no!!! I'm glad she recovered ok! Those bloody lips and bumps and bruises are hard to handle when it's your baaaaybee laying there crying so hard.
Oh, what a rough day! I hope Nealie is back to her old self.
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