My Poor Baby

It was like a scene from a horror movie. Blood everywhere; it was running, dripping, and I'm not able to even make out the origin of it all. To make matters worse, this is my sweet little baby girl, and she's screaming like nothing I'd ever heard from her before. (Screams like this were more common place from Annie when she was young. Like on days that ended in -y . . . but from Ellie, this was more disconcerting.)

My little girl's first medical 'emergency.' I've been dreading this. We've gotten off really lucky so far. Except for countless ear infections and other illnesses, we've never had a whole InstaCare injury trip with either of our children. In fact, Annie's only even ever bled a little on a few occasions, so to watch blood flowing from Ellie's nose and mouth, all down the front of her and down my arms, was a bit terrifying. But the worst moments had to be the crash of the jewelry armoire falling to the ground (well, onto Ellie's face), instantly followed by blood curdling screams, and the approximately three seconds it took me to get to her to pick her up (which felt like forever). She bled all over the two of us while I was trying to get her cleaned up enough to figure out where she was injured. After lots of screaming, blood and trauma and we ended up with a very fat lip, a cut under her nose, and incredibly bruised gums and roof of her mouth.

Here's a picture from my phone.

Her face being kinda swollen and puffy as it is, kinda just makes her look pouty all the time. I keep rushing to her to pick her up, 'cause I'm convinced she's upset, and then I realize it's just 'cause she's swollen.

Unrelated to fat lips, here is a picture of Annie with her friend Kian playing the computer this morning.

And last night when Annie was refusing to go to sleep, she made herself a bed in the hall and sat outside our room and just talked to herself for almost an hour until she finally crashed . . .