Andrea’s Weblog

Elizabeth and I organized a post La Leche League meeting trip to
Chick-Fil-A with a bunch of the other moms and kids. We popped into
the bathroom there and as we were leaving Boom! Down Elizabeth went–
right on her face. I hurriedly picked her up and started trying to
stop the blood flowing from her mouth. I couldn’t tell exactly what
she did to herself because there was so much blood. My mind is
whirring “How do I know if she needs stitches? Where do I take her?
Are all her teeth there?…” It didn’t help matters that the paper
towels would only come out one at a time, so I was furiously trying
to get a big enough wad to apply some pressure. I walked out to the
counter to get some ice for her and some young guy asks me to fill
out an incident report. I told him that there’s no way I’m filling
anything out now-I really just need some ice.

The bleeding stopped and ice packs kept being delivered to the table
followed by some ice cream. I guess word spread and everyone wanted
to help her feel better. At some point we went back to the bathroom
to wash up and also clean up the blood from the bathroom floor and sink.

Elizabeth didn’t seem too phased by the experience. She barely let me
finish lunch before she managed to wiggle free and go to the indoor
playground.

Fortunately, she had just started understanding the concept of boo-
boos the previous night. (She pinched her finger in the baby gate
when Finley decided to close it.) When I asked her where her boo-boo
was she kept giving me her hand to kiss. Eventually, she figured out
it was her lip that was her new boo-boo. Boo-boos can move?

For now she has a big fat lower lip, but it hasn’t stopped her from
nursing or any of her other hobbies. I guess this was my toddler
first aid training initiation.