John and I are totally smitten with our Ivy right now. We lay in bed every night and go over all the adorable things she did all day. Like how she runs to Jack with her arms outstretched for a hug when he gets home from school but she won't let Charlie near her. And how she calls her shoes "booties" and how funny it is to hear such a tiny person say such big things like,"more water please" and "I love you unicorn pillow."
So you can imagine how awful we felt when we were hanging out at our friends house on Saturday night and we heard a boom boom boom down the stairs followed by the death scream that only Ivy can make. We ran over to pick her up and her hand was covering her cheek while blood ran through her fingers. Not what you want to see late on a Saturday night from your baby. We tried to see what exactly we were dealing with but Ivy wouldn't let me pull her hand away or put any kind of towel on her face to clean it up. So I held her for about 20 minutes and distracted her with the ipad so I could look at the wound.
A bruise on her forehead, a black eye, a tiny cut right below her eyebrow and a big cut on her cheek.
A bruise on her forehead, a black eye, a tiny cut right below her eyebrow and a big cut on her cheek.
Now, we've been to instacare a bazillion times with Charlie and have even had stitches on him several times but knowing Ivy like we do we knew that keeping her up late into the night at a hospital and then holding her down while someone stitched her up would most likely traumatize her and I for a long long time.
Plus the bleeding had seemed to stop so we decided to just take her home and see how it looked in the morning.
Plus the bleeding had seemed to stop so we decided to just take her home and see how it looked in the morning.
Well, I literally cried about it all night long. Sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. John kept telling me that it was just a cut and the worst case scenario is that we'll get stitches for her in the morning but I'm 8 and 1/2 months pregnant and this is my perfect little baby girl we're talking about and I could not be consoled. It seems so silly now.
In the morning she was fine. It's still a nasty cut but it's all scabbed over and she's perfectly fine. I just love my adorable little Ivy June and although I'm super excited about having another little girl it's a sad for me to think about Ivy not being my baby any more. And when she realizes what's happening next month she's going to be furious....
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That's how I felt when Maizy was 15 months and broke her nose...devastated...good thing little girls are tough!! P.S. where'd you find that fabric?? I am looking for something similar in navy...
Poor girl! That's rough.
Maizy broke her nose? The chevron is from the Fabric Mill off state in Orem. They have everything!!!!
I was a couple of days away from delivering Sean when I had to pick up Zak from school because he needed stitches. I remember feeling overwhelmed as I waddled to the school with Madeline in tow and Ryan was no where to be found. Everything is much more dramatic and difficult to deal with when you are pregnant.
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