Tubby Time Terror.

This morning Madeline stood up in the bathtub and slipped. She hit the side of her face around her eye. When it happened I felt as if my entire body had frozen... I immediately grabbed her out of the tub and wrapped her with a towel and held her close. When I held her out a little to look at her face and saw the blood and the immense swelling and the purplish-black bruising... I began sobbing along with her. I held her more, put some ice on it, and then nursed her a little... she settled down and seemed okay. I called my mom. More sobbing and then some reassuring, peaceful, comforting words from my earth angel momma.

Then, I called the doctors office... and after 5 minutes of sobbing into the phone, I finally told them my name and asked to talk to a nurse. I told her that Madeline was walking around and smiling and playing like normal but that I was worried about any possible internal bleeding. Being a surgery nurse, I have heard a million stories about people falling or hitting their head and being fine and then dieing later. So to be safe, I took her in so I could get a second opinion. They said she was fine and told me what to watch for.

The pictures don't do it justice.

Of course, I had to go to work today... UGGH!!

When I got home tonight she was sleeping on the bed with her dad and it looks like it's gonna be a pretty little shiner for a while. It's nice and puffy. She's still the most beautiful little girl.

I have to say I do not like these experiences one bit. In fact, I hate them. I know hate is a strong word, but in this situation it fits.