An Out-Of-Control Fat Lip

This weekend didn't go at all like I'd wanted it to. I was hoping to have a little dinner and movie date-night at home with Daniel; but he worked late and didn't get home until about 7:30pm. We put Brooke to bed and then didn't do much for the rest of the night. Mostly took care of Camille. I was falling asleep as I was trying to put Camille to bed, so I laid down with her in our bed and slept for a couple of hours. It was a much needed nap, but that really put a damper on our date night.

Saturday, I slept in, got some chores done, Brooke watched tv all morning long, and Daniel and I watched Castle and let Camille sleep in my arms during Brooke's nap.

When she woke up (or rather, when I went to get her, because she didn't really fall asleep), she had a little something to eat, and then we went for a long walk. I had 2 days to make up on my walking schedule, so I had to walk a total of 50 minutes. Brooke said she wanted to come. And so we went, even though it was raining. We had a really good time! I was surprised that she wasn't more anxious to go home or go to the park (although she did ask several times to go to the park). She didn't seem cold or upset at the rain. She just talked to me about what she was seeing, she sang songs and asked me to sing to her, ... it was fun!

We took a weird route so that I could get my time in, and then we ended it all by stopping at the park on the way home. Mostly we played in the sand, "making castles" according to Brooke. And then we swung on the swing-set together. And just before we were about to leave, Brooke climbed up the playground. It was wet, her shoes weren't so good and there were sand on the bottoms. She tried going across the bridge, slipped and fell down on the bridge. I said to be careful, it was a little scary. She walked across the rest of the bridge. Then she turned around to go back over, slipped and fell, right over the edge of the bridge. It was at least a 4 foot drop, probably more like 5. Her legs went first, but curved under her body so that when she hit the turf, she landed mouth first. She screamed and blood was just pouring out of her mouth. A lot of blood.

I took her to the bathroom to get toilet paper to help clean her up. She didn't want me to touch it, so it was hard, and she was still screaming. We basically ran home. Daniel and I teamed up on her (Camille was still sleeping) to help change her clothes and clean her up a bit. I just thought she'd gotten a bloody and fat lip. But Daniel had the presence of mind to worry about her teeth. We checked them. They looked bad. There was blood all around her front 4 teeth, like they'd been jammed up into her mouth when she hit.

Daniel took her to an urgent care facility, just to make sure everything was okay. Camille and I stayed home, hung out, and started making dinner. The doctor said to just let Brooke's mouth heal. Her teeth seemed to be okay; at least, they didn't move when he touched them. He did say that her teeth might turn gray, and that we might want her to see a dentist if they did, that it was an indication of nerve damage. That would make me so sad, if her teeth got all black!

We also fed the missionaries last night, after Daniel and Brooke came home. And Siv Flick dropped by to pick up some more of my frozen milk. All in all, it was a pretty intense evening. I felt so sad for Brooke, and a bit guilty, too. I cried almost the whole time I was going to pick up the missionaries. And then I cried to sleep that night, too. We tried to do everything we could to get Brooke to eat and to make her comfortable. But her mouth was so busted up! It wounded my heart! It makes me so sad to see her so hurt and in such pain and discomfort. And seeing her fall and hit the ground at the park just keeps running through my head.

She didn't sleep well last night. I didn't sleep well last night either. She woke up a few times, and I went to her one time when she didn't go back to sleep. I couldn't just let her cry.

 

My poor beautiful girl! It's so sad! Her lip got so fat last night before she went to bed that she looked kind of like a duck to me. And I don't mean that as a joke, to be funny or snarky. It really made me sad. I just hope she gets better soon. Daniel sent a picture and text out to the family, asking for some prayers that Brooke would feel better. Everyone has been concerned and sad for her. But I think the prayers are working. Today after church, the swelling seemed to be going down quite a bit. And Brooke, though still somewhat subdued, was a little back to her normal self. She was a little fussy, but wanted to play with her toys and read books. She even started mimicking me as I was making faces at her. It's been hard to get some food in her. She can only drink through a straw. The doc told Daniel not to lift her lip or disrupt it too much, because it'll take longer to heal. Poor thing wants to eat real food, but she can't! I hope she feels better tomorrow.