Poor Baby

This is my second "poor baby/babies" post in a week and I hate it! The girls are finally on the up and up and sleeping all night again. It was horrible getting up in the middle of the night with babies that were coughing so much and so violently that they were vomiting...I hated that they had to endure that. Their meds finally kicked in though and they just have a little bit of congestion lingering around. I on the other hand am feeling like poop and have contracted the lovely bug that the girls had. This, which any Mommy will tell you, makes me feel a million times worse about the girls being sick because I now know how miserable they felt. :( But, that is all behind them now so I will not digress any longer. So, on to today, God blessed us with a BEAUTIFUL day! It was sunny and 75 and just really gorgeous! Sooo, Gigi came over to play with the girls so I could sleep off some of this nasty cold. Once she left I had to get outside and enjoy the day before it was over, so out me and the girls went. What followed was not in the plans and just made me say "my poor baby" over and over because really, when are these girls going to catch a break?!

Here is Landrie when we first went outside...happy...smiling...wound free


And here is what she looked like when we came in...


Say it with me now..."Aw, poor baby!" This picture really doesn't do the wound justice because it looked far worse in person. As we were walking in the house, Landrie tripped on a rug and clocked her forehead on the door frame. In the 2 seconds it took me to pick her up off the ground, this lump had formed and I seriously thought it was going to split open. She didn't cry too much and after I gave her some motrin and cuddled on the couch, she calmed down. She wouldn't let me ice it at all, so there was no helping the swelling there! A little over an hour later the swelling had gone down quite a bit but it was definitely becoming a darker shade of purple

I'm keeping my fingers crossed that she doesn't end up with black eyes to go along with her black goose egg since that can sometimes happen. The boys weren't home when Landrie fell, but when they cam home and saw what happened they were both so sweet...they are actually probably why she felt better ;). Both of them rubbed her head softly and gave her a kiss. Galen asked "Are you okay baby?" They are so sweet it makes me cry! Here's hoping tomorrow will be pain free!