Of course since Avery's been toddling around, she's had her fair share of bumps and bruises. Well, Kenny is gone this weekend for football camp, which means of course something is bound to go wrong since it's just me here. Seems like everytime I'm alone, that's when Avery gets a bad fever or some other illness. Yesterday she started coughing, so I thought that was going to be it...but no, not so.
We have a tall table we have behind our couch. There is a wooden piece that stretches from one side to the other on which she normally bumps her head on when she's trying to crawl underneath. Well, tonight she was crawling and climbing around that table when I heard a cry.
She normally is pretty tough, but I could tell that whatever she just did hurt. I assumed it was just a bump on her head. I picked her up and she stopped crying, so I thought everything was okay. When I tried to put her down, she was clingy so I sat on the floor and snuggled. It was when she pulled away that time that I saw the blood...on the carpet, on my shirt and running down the side of her mouth! I pulled up her lip and saw her entire top gum engulfed in blood. I quickly counted to make sure she still had her four precious teeth, and she did, so I proceeded to get some ice. During all of this, she's not even sad anymore, just a little perturbed that I'm messing with her lips.
So, she sucked on the ice until it was almost gone, then I found a cold teething toy that she chewed on for a bit before deciding it made a better bracelet than soother. Maybe she's going to be the type who goes shopping to aid her ailments! Whatever she turns out to be, I know she's a tough girl. It still makes my teeth hurt thinking about it.