The hardest day in the Mommy Hood

It's official. 
I had THE WORST day as a Momma yet.
The rip your heart out and stomp on it,
 type of day.

My sweet accident prone toddler,
 tripped and fell at the park and split open her fore head.
There was blood, tears, and a scream I most definitely have NEVER heard before.
I became a panic stricken momma,
frozen in my own shoes,
not knowing what to do or where to go.
I was hyperventilating...

Suddenly, it hit me...
I was responsible for THIS little person!
I was the adult.
{as if I didn't know this before}


What do I do when all else fails?
I call my momma of course.
Yes, I did!
She's my 911 (and happens to be a nurse).
After some words of encouragement and the help of a DEAR friend,
I managed to get Landyn into the car blood and all.

That drive from the park to the Doctors very well was the LONGEST 5 minutes of my life.
I felt helpless.
Out of control.
Terrible.
Guilty.
Anxious.
Panicked.
traumatized.

And then, 
I got a hold of myself....
It was an accident!
One of many, I am certain.
My baby was going to be OK.

Thanks to the best Doctors a girl could EVER ask for,
and 4 stitches later,
My Girl was as good as new.
Sans battle wound.
Phew!