That GD Nose Again!
One of the very best sounds in the world is hearing your children play together in another room. The giggling and screaming and oh, it's just really cute. The only problem I have with it is that eventually someone is going to be crying. That's how it ALWAYS works. Everly will hurl a Barbi at Evie's face in a moment of sheer joy and hyperness, or Evie will be carrying Everly around, dancing to and fro, and drop her. Hard. And there will be screaming and crying and sheer chaos. That's what happened on Sunday.
Jon and I were lazily laying in bed and chatting while the girls were playing in Evie's room. It all sounded great, until it didn't. Suddenly there was crying. It was the kind of crying where you know instantly that someone is actually hurt and not just being a whiny turd. Not the kind of hurt where one of the girls scraped her knee or stubbed a toe, but the kind of crying that is difficult because the person is running out of breath. That was Everly's cry. And then I heard Evie screaming and crying. That is always a bad sign. Like really bad. Typically it means she's done something wrong and she's completely freaking out. Sure enough...
I walked/ran into Evie's room and there's poor Little E standing there crying with blood all over her face, but mostly coming from her nose. I don't mean a little blood. It was a lot. The most blood I've seen on a child's face, that's for sure. I scooped Evs up while Jon tried to figure out what happened from Evie. Poor Eves was terrified, probably thinking her sister was dying. We knew right away that Evie had dropped her sister, probably fell on her too. Once our oldest was calmed down enough, she said she indeed dropped her sister when they were dancing around. Everly was still crying and covered in blood because I didn't want to wipe anything off until she was a little calmer. Evie hated that the blood wasn't gone yet. She was traumatized. Jon and I thought the nose was broken. Another trip to the ER. Another million dollar fucking hospital bill. And possibly a child that would grow up to have Owen Wilson's nose. Sorry Owen, but your shit is out of control and I wouldn't wish that schnoz on anyone, especially my beautiful, perfect Little E.
I put her in the tub, which she loved, and got most of the blood off. Evs didn't seem so upset anymore and Jon and I decided to wait it out and see what happened with the swelling. I gave her some Motrin and that was that. Evie was punished (she had to clean. Like, a lot) for picking up her sister after we told her not to. In fact, that sentence comes out of our mouths about 14 times a day, or some variation of it.. Don't pick up your sister, Evie. Leave your sister alone, Evie. No Evie, you CAN'T drag your sister around by her arm. Evie! Don't throw your sister on the couch! She's not a doll!
My sweet baby's nose was swelled up good. It's still swollen, obviously, but it doesn't appear crooked or broken. Her spirits are high, and she's just as energetic as ever. I think, or hope at least, that Evie is still a little traumatized from the event. Is it harsh to hope that? I don't know, and I don't actually give a shit. Maybe this will finally be the thing that gets her to play with her sister like a normal human being and not like Everly is actually a 20-something pound anatomically correct baby doll that is capable of going to the bathroom and communicating. Fun as that would be, she is, in fact, a REAL toddler with a very REAL nose that is capable of breaking!
Breathe in, breathe out. The good thing is that everyone is fine. The bad thing is that Everly still has crusty blood around one of her nostrils because I'm terrified of hurting her all over again.
On a related note, I need a fucking vacation. Badly.