You Hit The Nail On The Head . . . Or Foot . . .

My poor Bella. She had a rough weekend. I'm seriously considering banning her from the swing set because my heart can't take anymore boo-boo's.

On Sunday we thought she broke her nose. She was screaming on the swing set and when I went to get her I thought she had fallen and cut her lip on her tooth because the inside of her lip was a little red. I thought it was odd because she was just hysterical, so I started looking for a loose tooth or something . . . then I noticed that there was some blood around her nostril . . . well when I looked closely at her nose I realized she must've fallen flat on her face because her poor little nose was all swollen and red. I took her in the house and her nose proceeded to bleed and she winced every time I touched it.

Because I am overly paranoid and I've never dealt with a potentially broken nose I took her to urgent care. Well, needless to say I felt like an idiot because we got there and she was miraculously laughing and talking to every worker in the hospital . . . even picking and itching her nose. It was pretty obvious that her nose was not broken, and thankfully the doctor that saw us was very nice and didn't make me feel like I wasted his time . . . which frankly I did.

Then yesterday . . . the kids were playing on the swing set again and once again I hear Bella screaming. Kadin is leading her around the house toward me and I immediately notice the side of her head is a darker shade than the rest of her face. I assumed she fell and had dirt on her face . . . . but oh no. It was a giant purple goose egg. It was horrible!!!! The look of it seriously stopped me dead in my tracks and for a moment I was frozen . . . I scooped her up and looked at the side of her head . . . it was swollen, purple and bleeding. Apparently Christina, the neighbor girl, was swinging on the swing and Bella walked in front of her. Yup . . . size 1 sneaker right to the side of her head.

I lost it. I started to cry and was mumbling to Brian about how we had to take her to the emergency room . . . and something about a concussion. I was almost as hysterical as Bella was . . . it was quite pathetic. So, I held an ice pack to her head and the swelling finally went down, but boy did it leave a mark.

My poor, poor little girl . . .