We woke up this morning and the week was pretty much going as usual, I actually thought I might not have much to blog about this week. Boy, was I wrong? Not 5 minutes after I told Cole that I thought that we needed to make a goal for things that needed to be finished by the end of the day, we were not going to sleep until the list was complete. Paisley, the little helper that she is thought she would sweep up Kennedy's new room. All I saw from the mirror was her turning around, broomstick in the mouth hitting the exercise bike and she fell. Screaming didn't come far behind...I grabbed her and headed to the bathroom and noticed she sliced her lip up so as I was holding her applying pressure about 3 min. later up came the pukes, and it was pure BLOOD! Not my proudest moment I started to freak and shouting for Cole. He didn't really like it either, he told me later that it was a little different seeing it coming from your baby girl and not one of the guys from work. We called the pediatrician and they told us to head to primary's. She didn't really love it there with them probing inside of her mouth every 10 min., she hated the name tag on but thought a while later that two binkies just might make her feel better. Two and a half hours later we got to come home and we just get to let it heal, Tylenol and Motrin should help with the pain. What about codeine or something? If not for Paisley, what about for me and Cole that have to listen to her cry about it! The punching bag thing in the back of the throat (we are not using the real name for it because I think it sounds like something else) was pretty cut up and the roof of her mouth looks a little like hamburger, so here is hoping for some sleep tonight!
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