My poor little face

Preschoolers are made of rubber. Kind of.

Love Bug was climbing over a bench seat yesterday when it all went horribly wrong and she face-planted the cement ground.

My heart may have stopped for a split second.

A {not-so-quick} trip to the hospital followed by a much quicker trip to our local hospital allayed all of my fears of her having a broken nose. Just severe bruising and some swelling which should settle in a couple of weeks.

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As she said to me this morning when she was telling me how her sore nose was hurting more: oh mumma, my poor little face.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Awwww. Poor little face is right. Such a brave little soldier, still smiling.

  2. Bongo says:

    She still has the best smile ever. I’m sending more slobbery kisses to Love Bug.

  3. Dalton says:

    Give her a squish from me!

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