We all have them, the days that kick us in the gut. It could just be from endless temper tantrums or maybe a toddler with a paintbrush found your white walls. Whatever it is they suck, but usually they make the good days seem that much better.
Yesterday started like any normal morning. We got up, had breakfast, went to take care of the stupid chickens. Thats when Noelle’s eye swelled shut. No explanation. Nothing in it, no bug bite marks, just a weird swollen eye. That wasn’t going to put a damper on our day, so we made our target trip and of course a pit stop to Auntie Anne’s. We got home and that is when the hell broke loose. Noelle wanted to watch Strawberry Shortcake in her room, which was perfect beause I needed to vacuum the nursery and put some clothes away. About 10 minutes into my cleaning she came to find me, I yelled to her that I was in her sisters room. I heard a crash and screams. The screams that send chills down a mommas spine and we just know we are going to find a hot mess.
A hot mess is just what I found! Noelle had somehow slipped on the hardwood and caught herself with her face. Her bottom tooth stabbed her upperlip and her front tooth was a blood terrifying mess. THANK GOD my husband was home because I’m not good in a crisis. I picked her up and sprinted outside to him, where he took control while I sobbed hystarically in the corner. I was postive that tooth was gone, I just couldnt’ tell for sure throughout all the blood. For real though, kids constantly bash their faces and NOTHING bleeds like a darn mouth cut. After about 10 mintues of us both crying and my husband not sure who to console, we were able to see the tooth. It was there but it was loose and then my hysteria started again. Luckily my husband is friends with a dentist who told us kids are made for these kind of things and the tooth would more than likely tighten back up. So I’m praying that it does because who wants their sweet 2 year old to not have a tooth for the next 5 years? Luckily the pain doesn’t seem too bad and she loves that popcicles and applesauce are her new diet.
We went to bed last night laughing about how awful of a day it was only to wake up to find her eye swollen shut. The madness NEVER stops, but as moms we just have to roll with the punches. So heres to us… the ones in the deep dark trenches of parenting just praying to survive. Pour yourself a glass of wine and brace yourself for the teen years, because I have a feeling we haven’t seen anything yet.