Now it's time to get back to writing about normal daily life, so let me back up to Easter weekend aside from the tragedy that plagued it.
I had Friday off so Punky and I were headed home for the weekend. Her dad had to work straight through the holiday so there was no sense in us hanging around the house.
Friday morning I was busy packing so we could get on the road by naptime. Punky was amusing herself nicely...playing with her toys, flipping through her books. I was in the kitchen washing sippy cups for the trip when I heard a bang. I had just looked at her five seconds earlier and she was dancing in the living room.
By the time I got to her she was already standing up, so I'm not quite sure exactly how she fell or what she hit. She was crying hard and I picked her up and tried to comfort her. She put her head down on my shoulder and I rubbed her back, rocked back and forth, told her she was okay in that comforting mama tone... The crying eased substantially within a minute and she picked her head up and looked at me. Cue the heart attack here...
There was a circle of blood the size of a softball on my shirt, and strings of blood running from her mouth to my shoulder. I screamed, literally. Her dad was still sleeping since he worked till three a.m. the night before, but he was in the living room in ten seconds flat. I had no idea where the blood was coming from or what the hell to do next. Yeah, I was in full panic mode...
At least Punky has one calm, collected parent to handle the situation. Her dad quickly pointed out the deep gash in her upper lip, and the fact that it had instantly swollen to the size of a superball. He got a soft, damp washcloth, wrapped it around an ice pack from the freezer, and actually got her to clamp down on it for about ten minutes to stop the bleeding and swelling.
Da da da da...it's Superdad! Able to stop the bleeding with a single washcloth! Able to stop the swelling with a single ice pack! Able to stop a panicked mama with a single word of reassurance!
But seriously though, if I was home alone with Punky at the time, we would've been on our way to the ER to see if she needed stitches. It took a little while for the bleeding to stop completely but it did stop without medical intervention. The swelling went down considerably with the ice pack but she still had quite the fat lip for a day. By Saturday morning, a huge black scab had formed right in the center of her upper lip. Just in time for Easter pictures...yay!
I'm sure it was sore, but it didn't affect her eating or drinking and she was happy as could be. By Monday night the scab was dangling and finally fell off before bed. I was worried she'd have a nasty scar on her lip but thankfully it seems okay.
We made the drive without a hitch and headed to my sister's for some egg dipping on Friday night. At fifteen months, Punky wasn't the least bit interested in dying eggs but my nephew seemed to have fun with it this year.
On Saturday we had an Easter egg hunt in the backyard at Grammy's house. My nephew found the hard ones and left the 'right out in the open on the grass in front of you' ones for his little cousin. Punky had fun picking them up (of course, she thought they were balls) but she wasn't wild about putting them in her basket and finding more. She just wanted to shake what she had and forget the rest. With time and persistence she managed to pick up twenty-three eggs and got a nice mound of coins for her piggy bank.
On Sunday Punky was all decked out for the holiday in a six to twelve month dress that my aunt bought her last year when she was baptized. It's one of my favorites with matching bonnet, sweater, and socks but she never had the opportunity to wear it. It was too big last summer and when I put it on her to take a picture at nine months, she was still drowning in it. My mom wanted to buy her an Easter dress this year, but I was determined to get her in this outfit at least once. It fits perfectly now and I'm so glad she got the chance to wear it before it gets passed on to her new cousin on the way.
The Easter Bunny was good to her again this year. We had given her our basket Friday morning at home. We figured she could use some fun after busting her face. But between her aunt, uncle, and grandparents she was not lacking treasures on Easter morning. Books, bubbles, Gerber snacks, and pajamas were just some of the things filling her baskets. And she got some candy as is tradition, but won't even be tasting much of it yet at her age. She had a taste of a marshmallow peep and turned her nose up at it. She's really not crazy about sweet stuff, probably because she hasn't had a lot of it. I wasn't a sweets eater as a kid either so maybe she's taking after me.
She really enjoyed Easter dinner at Grammy's though. She had ham, potato salad, stuffed shells, paska bread, and a huge hunk of this bland, cheese ball stuff that I can barely say let alone spell.
We left shortly after dinner and made the long drive home. She slept the whole way. I cried most of it.
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