Wednesday evening started out like any other evening. Jesse and I got home at the same time. He changed Olivia's diaper and put her in "after school" clothes while I put on my pjs. Then Jesse started prepping for dinner while Olivia and I sat in the dinning room and read a book. She ran out to the kitchen to show Jesse her book and as she was coming back to me it happened...she tripped and fell right onto the corner of our brick hearth. I immediately scooped her up and ran into the kitchen. There was blood everywhere. As soon as I saw the cut I knew we were going to the ER.
When we got to the hospital we signed in and thankfully they called us back immediately. By that time the bleeding had stopped and Olivia was just in a daze. The triage nurses were wonderful. They explained everything to Olivia and were careful not to upset her. Plus she got two stickers for being so good. I almost started crying while we were in triage. Olivia was sitting in Jesse's lap while they got her vitals and she just looked so small and fragile. Later Jesse admitted that he got very emotional then too.
I take comfort in knowing that Olivia will not remember this experience (but we'll never forget it) expect when we show her pictures. I'm so thankful that she didn't cut her eye and will hopefully only have a tiny little scar above her eyebrow. It could have been so much worse. It's amazing how quickly things can change. Thankfully God was watching out for Olivia and she only ended up with two little stitches.