Why, you may ask? Because this beauty queen of ours got her first ever boo boo ever yesterday. I know. A little hard to believe right? With the way she runs around, I'm surprised this is the first. But I sure hope it will be our last because as traumatic as it was, I never ever want to go through that again.
Yesterday, as Elliana and I were getting ready to head out the door to go meet the rest of our family at the beach, she was running around the kitchen, and literally as I'm telling her to "stop running"...BAM! Down she went and the next thing I know I see blood running out of her mouth.
I scooped her up, investigated the damage, and cried a couple of mama tears while cuddling her close. And that really, truly sums up our last day on vacation.
I spent the next 5 hours just holding her, taking her outside, consoling her, holding her more, and lots and lots of singing and rocking. Rocking standing up. She doesn't like the sitting down rocking.
So the end result? A very very busted lip. A tooth that looks like it may have shifted slightly to the back, but not noticeable at all and I may just be seeing things, a heartbroken mama, and a very very sad whimpering princess. The worst part is when she tries to eat something she gets reminded all over again of the pain.
I might cry just thinking about how our trip will go tomorrow. Mainly because I know I won't be able to hold and console my baby girl.