Poor Baby!!

My poor baby took a fall down some cement steps last night and got herself a pretty good gash on her forehead. She is such a trooper, she barely cried at all. I think Ella was more upset then Molly was. In her defense, there was a LOT of blood. We thought it looked pretty borderline, so it took a little while to decide whether or not it warranted a trip to Urgent Care. I finally decided it better to take her and have them tell me that she didn't need them, then to not take her and leave her with a huge scar on her head for life. The doctor looked at it and immediately said that it would need a couple of stitches, so apparently my idea of borderline and her idea of borderline were not quite the same. We got there about 8:00pm, and Molly spent most of that time charming the nurses and helping herself to all the stickers and suckers she could handle. I think she thought it was a great treat to get to stay up so late hanging out with Mommy. The only time she cried was when we had to bundle her up and hold her down so they could put the actual stitches in, and even then she was just mad that we weren't letting her move.

When we got home Ella had made Molly a picture of all her favorite things to help her feel better. She asked three times in her night time prayer that Heavenly Father will make Molly's owie all better. She is such a sweet sister! All day she's been playing Nurse Ella, informing Molly not to touch her bandaid if she wants it to get better, and more importantly to definitely not show Ella her boo-boo because "it is VERY gross, and I don't want to see it." Ella took a trip to Urgent Care at the same age for stitches in the same place, so apparently its a rite of passage in our house. We're just glad that she's fine. She was going to be a bumblebee for Halloween, but I think she might make a better Frankenstein this year...