Wow, what a day. My daughter, the craziest little girl this side of the Mississippi, has a thing with injuries. I think it is to make up for the fact that my son NEVER had any of the typical kid injuries, including goose-eggs on the forehead and busted lips. My daughter has these injuries on a weekly basis. Earlier in the week, she tripped while I was standing approximately one foot behind her and fell into a bookcase. This left a nice bruise and line on her forehead. When that healed two days later, she decided it was time for her to hit the floor. Literally. Today, she hit the deck again, but it was different this time. She cried for about 20 minutes straight, which has never happened. Usually she hits, cuts her lip and is up again within 5-10 minutes. What alarmed me further was her bizarre behavior. She would grab a toy, scream, then grab another toy and scream louder. She even screamed for me to turn on the light, even though it was morning. To cheer her up and calm her down, I asked if she wanted to watch a movie. She said yes, but was still screaming. At this point, I was getting really worried, especially since she was a-still crying and b-still bleeding. I opted to put the movie on the 'big TV' in the living room, where she proceeded to sit with me, on my lap, for the ENTIRE MOVIE. This has only happened one time in her entire life, and it was when she had a severe respiratory infection. At this point I called the doctor. We chatted and I determined that she did not need to go the the ER.
Despite not taking her to the ER, I am still worried. While she did finally get up and play a little, she has been having trouble eating. The doctor's office told me to feed her a soft diet in case her mouth hurt her, but she has never needed me to do this, even when she pierced her lip with her tooth so bad we thought she may need stitches.
I still may take her in tomorrow, considering she couldn't eat dinner either. Hmmmm.
To top it off, I just came back from my son's room. He needed a dose of Motrin for his legs. It seems he is cursed with the same achiness that has plagued me since I was his age. The doctors have never been able to tell me what it is (I still suffer from it now) and I have been on Rx strength ibuprofen since I was a Freshman in high school. Can you say ulcers?
Anyways, he was writhing around in pain, so I sat with him to calm him down enough to get back to sleep, after singing to him.
Now, if I could only get a doctor's salary for all of this, I would be in business.
