POW!

Yes, that is a black eye that my daughter has in the pictures above.

If you think she looks bad, you should see the OTHER guy!

Just kidding.

Seriously, this kid is going to give me a heart attack one day. This past Saturday she was sitting on a dining room chair and playing with some paper that was on the table. I was washing dishes and was about 2 feet away from her.

I hear a sound, look over and watch as she somehow tips over to her left and proceeds to fall out of the chair. This would have been ok as the chair is not very high. I mean she trips and falls all the time, right?

The OTHER chair that was in the way of her face on the way down was the culprit.

Oh my gosh. At first I didn't realize that her face had caught the corner of the chair. She was face down and started SCREAMING with her face buried into the floor. I rushed to pick her up, looked at her face quickly and didn't see anything wrong. I held her tight for another minute and then looked down again at her face and there it was. This small cut next to her eye.

I hugged her once more then looked down again and this time could see the swelling begin right by the bridge of her nose.

She was quickly consoled by bottle and I frantically called Dave. I didn't know if I should bring her to the hospital or just let it be. Dave fractured his orbit a while back and needed plastic surgery to keep his eye from sinking into his head. I had a crowbar fall off the top of a ladder and land square in the middle of my head resulting in a beautiful concussion that to this day I swear is the reason I get massive headaches. So, needless to say, we're a bit nervous about any head or face injury.

Long story short, I was able to get a same day appointment with our pediatrician who had us do an x-ray and all is well. She was laughing and playing by the end of the day. I, on the other hand, could have fallen asleep standing up by the time we left the hospital. All that adrenalin and nervousness finally at bay made me sooooo tired.

I do have to admit that I'm still yelling at myself in my head for not having anticipated that the other chair was too close. I know it's not rational but when you have someone who depends on you 150% and then things like this happen you can't help but automatically take some or all of the blame upon yourself. Welcome to the world of parenting.