I turned my back for three seconds. (Isn’t that how all tales of woe begin?) Then I heard a thump, and a pained scream.
Karenna had been jumping on the couch, tumbled face-first off the back and landed smack on her brow bone. Within seconds, a goose egg had formed and some slight bruising began to show. We cuddled her, comforted her, checked for signs of concussion and called it a day. She went to bed and woke up looking like THIS:
Her eye was almost completely swollen shut, just a wee slit peeking through.
And then today, it looked like THIS:
Yeah. Someone may as well go ahead and call Child Protective Services, since half the town is probably already waiting to do so.
I think this injury is going to take a loooong time to heal, since it’s still very swollen. Her eyelid is going to experience every shade of the rainbow as the bruising shifts from black, to purple, to blue, to green, to yellow. And I will try my best to not look like the kind of mother who punched her kid in the face, while I field dirty looks from the skeptics.
Did your kid ever get a really awful injury that took a long time to heal and made you feel like the WORST MOM EVER?