Saturday, July 16, 2011

Holding breath, holding tears.

SO.
We got in to SB and put the girls to bed in the same room. So thankful they had almost the same set up as the girls to @ home... twin beds in a shared room...

Then we heard a thump. Then a earth shattering SCREAM.

We ran in and with the lights still off we tried to console our little monkey that had flown right off the bed while jumping... but she wouldnt stop crying... I went to rub her hair and when I felt her forehead I immediately freaked out and held my breath.

There was a bump that felt like a golf ball was strapped to her head.
Golf ball. on. her. head.

We took her to the ER... our first trip other than L&D.
She was so scared. She HURT and she was scared. It was midnight and I laid with her on the hospital gurney while we waited to be seen. The entire time I felt like I was
holding my breath and holding my tears
so not to scare my sweet baby anymore then she already was. Luckily J kept making good points, "If they thought it was really serious we wouldnt be hanging out in an ER room waiting for a DR" & "I fell off my bed the same way and had to get stitches... she doesnt even have a deep wound" Still my mind was going crazy. Try telling a mother you need to look behind her childs ears and necks to check for signs of skull fracture. VOMIT.

praise our God that she was ok.
We had to wake her every two hours and bring her back in for a follow up but nothing major.


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