OK. I'm Not Fretting Over Tuesday

Nothing like a trip to an emergency care center to take one's mind off of a scheduled hospital visit.
Poor baby. Playing chase with Twinkle. As she ran past Mr. S, she grabbed his leg with her hand like you would to swing around a vertical pole and slammed full force into the corner of an end table.

You can't really get a good feel for the swelling from the pics. The doctor assured us that she would look worse in the days to come as all the blood around the swelling moves South because of gravity. The good news is the gash (my viewpoint - it is my baby) isn't deep enough to warrant stitches or even glue, and she has no fractures around her eye.

I happened to be in the next room when it happened. I was trying to be laid back and not be annoyed by the happy sounds of my children running screaming through the house. I heard the collision and Mr. S say, "Oh my God!!" before scooping up Sparkle and carrying her to where I was. She had barely even started to cry. It was kinda scary.

She handled the whole thing extremely well. We dropped Twinkle at a friend's house and took Sparkle to make sure that all was as stated above. As mentioned in the previous post, when she first came home, she HATED doctors. She allowed this doctor to examine her eye and even clean it to see how deep the cut was. Mr. S took her to the xray room, but I didn't hear any screaming so I think she handled that well, too. She's acting like her chipper dare devil self.

At the time, I was freaked out. Now, I look at those pictures, especially the second one, and can hear her say, "You want a piece of me?"