Whenever Lulu gets hurt, she calls it a "wowie" and today she got a BIG wowie. We were all hanging out in our room and she was dancing to some music. She lost her balance and smacked her head on the nightstand. I wasn't too concerned because she tumbles about a bazillion times every day... but this time I was wrong. The poor thing was crying so hard and when Andrew went to check her head, there was blood running from a cut right in between her eyes and down her face. The Mr. was calm, but I freaked out! He cleaned her up and calmed her down, but I still thought we should have Dr. Grandpa take a look at the gaping hole in my kids head! He came over and examined the "wound" but said it should be fine. Phew! She will definitely have a scar but the trauma of stitches and potentially looking like Frankenstein's spawn would be a lot worse.
She was such a trooper, but every once and a while would say it hurts. Poor baby girl!