On Friday morning, the day before her birthday party and two days after her fourth birthday, the incident occurred. I was attempting to make going to the bathroom into a game, since it is something Lilah often resists and it can sometimes take a dramatic turn. But in my attempt to avoid a big upset, I created even more drama. I had scooped her up and was playfully stomping towards the bathroom with her in my arms when I heard a sickening thud. Forehead meeting sharp corner of a wall, Mama's heart in her stomach.
I knew as soon as I saw it that it would probably need stitches. So off we went to the emergency room at BC Children's. The final tally was three stitches, two stickers, two popsicles, one plastic fairy wand and one very sorry mama.
*Warning: the photos below show the cut quite clearly, so if you're squeamish about blood, skip right on down to the comments.
Thankfully, she forgave me almost right away. I took a little longer to get to a place of self-forgiveness, but I'm pretty much there now.
The stitches came out today, and now all that's left is to protect the scar from the sun for, oh, pretty much the rest of her life!