Last Saturday, we were all sitting in the living room watching Damaris be adorable. She was performing and we were delighting in her singing "Do you hear the people sing?" and "That's what makes you beautiful." (Thanks, Aunt Damaris).
I was watching her wildly run back and forth and said to John, "Somebody is going to trip and hit their head on the fireplace." Aren't we mothers always predicting the future?
NOT TEN MINUTES LATER, it happened. I even had the kids pick up what few objects were on the floor just in case. Nope. She tripped on her own feet and smashed and I mean smashed her head into the fireplace so hard that I shutter at remembering it. We all saw it happen and all gasped at the same time.
I mean seriously. Have you ever seen a billiard ball attached to a child's forehead? YES, I was freaking out. John grabbed her and it was instantly huge and kept getting bigger. I only have this picture because I sent it to my mom because I've never seen ANYTHING like it my career thus far. She wanted me to call my uncle who works in the ER. Poor Poor baby. She cried so hard. I think I cried harder. THANK GOODNESS John is calm. He held ice on her head, checked her eyes, and watched her like a hawk for a couple hours.
I wish I were better at these things. She swelled really bad the next couple days, but it is almost completely gone now. I HATE accidents of all sorts. I told my sister if a sledge hammer would have been near the fireplace I would have been tempted to smash the fireplace into a thousand pieces for hurting my baby.
Thank God that she was fine. Prayers for her mother would be appreciated.