Birthday "Gash"

This next blog entry was supposed to be about Isabella and Jack's 2nd birthday party on Saturday. While it was fun while it lasted, it ended in a trip to the ER and Isabella getting 9 stitches to her forehead. I'm not going to go into details other than she tripped on some lady's foot and hit her forehead on the corner of a wall. Her poor PawPaw and I saw the worst of it and it's been really difficult for me to get the image out of my head. While I know that she is totally fine, and things could have been much worse, I just can't shake the image and it literally breaks my heart. She is so tough and so much stronger than I am. While we were waiting for the doctor to come in and give the stitches, she was actually trying to dance on the tile floor! And of course, she managed to get some flirting in with the male nurse :)

She is so good about leaving her bandage alone. Occasionally she will touch it and say "boo boo", but I tell her to leave it and she will. She is acting completely normal- totally back to her old tricks. She even hit her forehead on Daddy's knee, and while we froze and waited for a scream, she just looked up and smiled. She is so much braver and stronger than I am :) The whole thing is really testing my emotions, and I'm afraid to report that I am failing miserably. I'm sure my hormones have something to do with it, but she's my baby after all. If only I hadn't seen her at the worst of it, I may be taking it better. It's just really hard for me to talk about it, or write about it for that matter.

But at the end of the day, she is totally fine and I thank God for that. I'm sure once my poor baby is healed, I will be feeling much better about it all.

Here she is Sunday morning- such a trooper!

And Monday morning with Daddy. We were letting her wound breathe for a few minutes before putting the bandage back on. It looks better than expected already :)