
I had gone out on an errand, and had called my husband and who couldn't talk at the moment because Gracie had bite her tongue. In the background I heard cries coming from my three year old. They weren't just, "I've fallen down and I kiss will make it all better" cries. They were blood curdling, full blown wails.
I tried not to worry and prayed she'd be okay! Then I arrived home and I saw the blood. All Grace wanted was for me to hold her and make it all better. So I tried, but the gash in her mouth was so big and ugly we thought she might need stitches. After several calls and differing opinions, we opted for no stitches. Eventually the motrin kicked in and she settled, but she couldn't comfort herself by sucking her fingers, and she woke up during the night several times.
That's when our sleeping beauty turned into a waking nightmare. To be continued...
1 comment:
But she's sooooo cute!
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