On Monday morning Sean took Evette on his morning run. It was awesome - I slept in.
Before I knew it, I was awoken by the doorbell ringing over and over again.... and you know how I feel about my doorbell being rung. I figured Sean left his keys or garage door opener inside.
I threw on my robe and ran to the door.
As soon as I open the door he says, "Paper towels! A lot of them!" I just see blood and more blood. It was terrifying.
About the last block or so of his route Sean lets Evette get out of the stroller and they walk home together - giving him a good chance to cool off. Apparently she tripped while holding her cup of milk and it went straight into her lip.
After some investigation we decided there was no use in going to a doctor. Her lip was cut, but not terribly so, and the top layer of skin on her lip was skinned off. Her teeth looked ok.
Poor sad baby.
We watched Mulan to keep her calm and happy. Her lip swelled up pretty bad - she wouldn't let me ice it - not even a Popsicle worked.
Look how far forward her poor little lip was! I gave her some meds to help with the pain but she could barely drink it out of the little cup because her lip was too fat. Broke my little heart.
It was hard for her to eat some things so we had a smoothie for lunch, but we were able to get some solids in her for dinner..
The next day the swelling went down some and she was mostly back to herself. She would occasionally point to her lip and and say, "E-dette hurt...." but it wasn't bad
Day 3 the swelling is mostly gone - her lips are still black and blue and we lathered them up in vaseline to keep them from scabbing up real bad. She was even well enough to shove this huge cupcake in her mouth.
She's doing much better now - minor swelling, can eat fine, lip is still is black and blue, though - probably will be for a while.
Thanks everyone for your prayers and love - we all survived :)





Poor little sweetheart... It just breaks my heart to see babies hurt. I'm so glad she has 'after' pictures so we know she's better :)
ReplyDeleteWhen I saw "broken face" (and then saw all the mention of blood and more blood)…I thought the worst. I guess that's probably what you thought, too when you opened the door.
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