Bruises & eggs on forehead with swollen nose.
Yes, that is blood on her forehead. Carli looks pretty tame here but it was nothing in comparison to right after the accident; blood covering her face and hands. Poor kid.
Yesterday Carli had her first major fall that resulted in a lot of blood and what we (thought) to be a broken nose. She was scooting on the couch and her leg went over the side and she toppled off the couch and face/head first into the coffee table. I was right there but it happened so fast. Clunk. Clunk. Silence. Then the heart-wrenching scream that will bring any normal mother to tears.
Carli looked up and her face was covered in blood. I looked in her mouth — teeth were fine. The blood was coming from her nose (both nostrils) and she was terrified. I pulled her into a hug and brought her to the kitchen where it didn’t matter if she bled on the tile (or on me for that matter). Seeing that she is only two, it’s very hard to hold a towel to their nose. You know toddlers; they freak out over the littlest thing.
I got her some ice (was unable to get her to let me hold it to her nose). But she calmed down in my arms. I asked her if she wanted me to call Daddy and she cried out, “Noo!! Daddy is at WORK!” (Like I didn’t know this?!) I called him anyway because I was concerned with the amount of bleeding coming from the nose. Now keep in mind I have AT&T. I dial. The call drops. I dial again. It rings and then does nothing. WHAT THE HELL AT&T. Get your shit together. There is nothing more stressful than calling someone in an emergency and your calls drop. It’s like my nightmares come true.
I often dream of trying to call police in an emergency and being unable to reach them. I hate those dreams.
I try calling my mother but AT&T kept dropping those calls, too. I finally get a hold of Forrest and he agrees to meet me at the hospital to get her nose looked at. I get her dressed and cleaned up (and she’s crying this entire time, although no longer screaming thankfully.) I get her sister ready and I am still trying to get a hold of my Mom. I ended up getting Forrest and we all went to the hospital together.
We saw a nurse practitioner and she ordered XRAYS. The XRAY tech was a woman in her mid-30s who wanted to believe she was in her early 20s (just an observation) — and was incredibly impatient with Carli. We were barely in the room before she wanted to “give up” trying to get a good one of Carli because she moved. You know, had she been compassionate and friendly my daughter would have picked up on it and may have done all right. But I guess that may have been asking too much?
Her XRAY came back clear — no fractures. I guess supposedly because of all the cartilage, it’s actually quite difficult to break a nose this young. Thank Goodness. But, even so, her nose was swollen. By the time we got home if you would ask Carli how her nose or head was, she would say, “It’s better.” I kept asking her only because I loved the way she responded to me. I don’t know where she gets these things. I mean where did she learn “It’s better?” from???!
Carli really amazes me. She can get hurt and yet she doesn’t complain. We never even gave her any tylenol or ibuprofen because she wasn’t showing any signs of being in pain any longer. She just amazes me. I am quite relieved that she was not seriously hurt. It’s hard to imagine that as a toddler, she’s showing less and less fear. Though as a baby she was hesitant to do anything! How quickly our babies grow up.
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