Yesterday after lunch Lucy was playing around in the great room, mainly pushing her toy lawn mower. She turned quickly and fell on her face, so I got up to pick her up (I knew she'd start screaming any second, since it looked like a bad fall). Sure enough she took a deep breath with her mouth wide open and let out a high pitched scream of pain. I inspected her face and didn't know where she hurt herself, but she put her hand up to her mouth. So, I put my finger just inside her lips and pulled it out - and she was bleeding! Eeek! I was so afraid she loosened a tooth... I couldn't see anything in there, and she wasn't letting me pull her upper lip up (shocking).
So, I loaded her into the car seat and went to the pediatrician. Stupidly, I didn't call first, and when I got there I learned that none of the doctors were in at that location. I went all the way from my house to Ivanrest/Prairie in Grandville for NOTHING! Of course it didn't matter because before we even arrived Lucy was jabbering and happy in the backseat, oblivious to the blood on her chin and collar. I felt pretty stupid because there seemed to be no reason for her to see a doctor at that point... but when it happened I didn't know how bad it was, and I wasn't going to sit around at home to find out just how long it was going to bleed.
Since the bleeding stopped and she seemed to feel fine, I just went home, gave her some Tylenol and put her down for a nap. She still has all her teeth, and I got the stains out of her purple shirt. I never thought seeing my child's blood would freak me out that much... but I think it was partly because I couldn't actually see what was wrong, as opposed to a bad scrape on the knee. Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later to our little Stumbelina.