the bookshelf won.
please forehead... please, please don't scar.
Our valentine's day... (cora's first valentines day) started off with a visit to the emergency room. I had kind of wondered what her first set of stitches would be like... how old would she be... how would we handle it. Well, wonder no more.
Cora started walking a few weeks ago, it was only really steps between matt and I. And a few days ago she started to get brave and walk to things. This particular morning she walked from our arms... to the bookshelf, and as I was prepared to congratulate her and yell hooray! We heard a loud thud instead. Shit. Blood was streaming down her face... I did the good ol' mom-swoop... and picked her up. We attempted to ice her, and stop the bleeding from this massive (ok, relatively massive) gaping hole on her sweet little forehead/nose.
We went into the ER, she had two stitches... dissolvable ones, thank goodness. She was a trooper. I felt like balling, but she did great. Matt did great too- no freak outs, just calm, cool, and collected. I actually was telling matt how she never ever lays her head on my shoulder... she never slows down enough to cuddle. Well, she finally did. Sad little Cora needed to rest her wounded head on my shoulder. It was sweet.
We know this won't be the last visit to the ER, but we survived this one. Now we have a sad little forehead, that only we can see, to reminisce over and over about...and a cora-room minus a bookshelf.
And no, it didn't slow her down a bit. Up and walking again as soon as she got home. No fears this little one.