Then all of a sudden the loveliness was broken by the sound of a loud thump and then screams from Daisy. Rushing into the living room I was faced with this sight.
Daisy had grown an egg on her little forehead just above her right eye. You can imagine my horror at the size of it (photo taken once it had gone down a lot). At it's biggest it must of been the size of a large egg and all purple in the middle too.
But after some much needed cuddling, kissing and singing (ok and a sweetie lol) She was calm enough to sit with Molly on the sofa while I checkout what to do on line. Now I knew what to do when this happened at the after school club I used to work at but when it's you're own little flower, I wanted to be doubly safe. So far I'd done everything right, now she needed a cold pack on it. And it had to be a pretty looking one, so a Cath Kidston red polka dot tissue, sandwich bag and frozen peas and hey pres toe girlie cold pack was given the thumbs up all round lol
20 minute's later and with some help from trainee nurse Molly and two spoonfuls of good old Calpol. Daisy was looking and feeling a lot better and running around again. Big sigh of relief from Mummy cupcakes.
I'm still not to sure what happened exactly but they both said it was the living room doors fault and she gave it a good smack and telling off lol
So I think she must of ran into the edge of it, how I just don't know and think I never will.
The good thing is that she is back to her happy, bouncy self and just has a tiny bruise to show she's been in the wars. I'm sure this won't be her last bump and bruise as she's always first to climb up on things and rush around at 60 miles an hour. We think she should of been a boy lol
I can just see her now in years to come making mud pies and playing with cars. Just like I was a little tom boy, grubby face and bruised knees hehe! We wouldn't have her any other way.
Big kiss little one (now calm down).