Bad fall.

This is the part of motherhood I don't like. How do you tell your child it is going to be alright, when you can't even comprehend their pain. And you wish more than anything that you would be the one with the swollen lip, rather than them. Last night Chris was picking up owen to come upstairs, when he fell straight down on his face. Both me and Chris were sick to our stomachs, he was so swollen and in a lot of pain. So he has had a lot of special treatment in the last 24 hours; watching back to back little einsteins, sleeping in our bed, and applesauce pancakes. Today, as you can tell, is a lot better. With Chris being prone to accidents when he was little, I am sure we will have many more bruises, cuts, broken bones, and lots of tears.