Dude! Today I took Bella to gymnastics and then went to lunch with Amy and her kiddos at McDonalds. Bella and Maggie were eating at another table like big girls while Amy and I sat at our table across the way with the baby boys. Maggie got up from her meal and ran to Amy to give her a kiss. Bella watched and then copied by running to me for a kiss. On her way back to her table, she tripped and planted her head into a metal chair that was bolted to the ground. Oh, man. Oh, man. Dude…

Bella’s entire forehead swelled BEYOND belief within a second of hitting the chair. By the time I ran to her and flipped her over to access damages, her face was ALREADY swollen and deformed. It HURT to look at her, y’all! I have never seen anything like this.

So I took her to the doctor and the doctor said that Bella is fine, which I knew. No head injuries or concussions. He did prepare me for how terrible this is going to look over the next few days– black eyes and blood collecting uder the skin. Seriously y’all, it looks like someone threw a baseball at her forehead. It’s a bad one.

Everytime I look at her, I want to cry. She got that boo-boo because she just wanted to give me a kiss. Ugghhhh. I feel guilt all the time, perhaps even when I shouldn’t. She looks so pitiful that no matter what she’s asked me for today, I have given it to her because she looks like she’s in pain and I want to do whatever I can to make her right as rain again. But, alas, she is acting like nothing happened. She even comforted me today:

“Mommy, it’s ok. Sall better now. Doesn’t hurt.”

When we told the doctor the story about what happened, Bella came right out of the blue with:

“I not go inside Donalds anymore. I go through drive thru.”

Golly, I love her… My sweet little scrappy girl.