Last Sunday, as I was just getting ready to give the girls baths and then put them to sleep, Harper busted her lip open. Harper's busted her lip lots of times. Probably more times than what is normal for someone her age. I'm learning, though, that Harper is not normal. Take today for example. She wouldn't take a nap unless her pink croc-like shoes were on. Not normal.
Anyway, she fell off a little stool that she was half on - half off of while she was coloring. I believe she hit the table and then the floor, resulting in quite a whammy of an owwee. It wasn't pretty, I won't lie. Do you know that lips bleed a lot? No? They do. A lot. Luckily, Hadley went to get her doctor's kit that we got her for Christmas and told me she knew "just what to do" while Harper was screaming and blood was everywhere. So the three of us were in the bathroom, me holding Harper trying to wipe blood from her face, and Hadley, standing on her little step stool, pulling out her stethescope, trying to find Harper's heartbeat.
It was fantastic.
Did I mention that we were closing in on bedtime when this happened? Did I also mention that Jesse was in Germany? Just wanted to make sure I covered the "who, what and where" before I proceeded.
This was the worst lip bust I've seen, so we went to the ER. I'm glad that we did because Harper's teeth went through her lip and the doctor worked his magic so that I can type this post now and say that Harper's lips are as beautiful as ever. Otherwise, maybe she would've forever looked like this:
It wasn't much longer before a nurse came in with two popsicles and our release papers and off we went.
The girls were in bed by a respectable 11pm.