My poor little Ladybug resembled a mangled boxer nearing a KO earlier today.
Miss Olive was trying to be a big girl and use her sippy cup herself. Though she is incredibly skilled at using the sippy cup by herself most of the time, when she's sitting on the floor, she for some reason thinks she should bend her mouth to the cup on the floor rather than lifting it to her mouth. On the floor is the only place she does this, and I have no clue why.
Anyway, today, she decided to actually lift the cup to her mouth but had it turned with the spout on the top instead of the bottom, keeping her from actually getting any water. She was hanging out with my mom at the time. My mom moved toward Miss Olive to help her flip her cup, but the baby girl had a different plan.
The little one - holding the cup with spout still upside-down in her mouth - flung her head toward the floor. The cup hit the floor and jammed upward between her upper lip and gum.
My mom calmly hollered for me in the other room and said Olivia was bleeding some. In the seconds it took me to run to the living room and grab my crying baby girl, the few little teeth she had were blood covered. The blood was starting to creep out the corner of her mouth as she wailed.
At first I thought she'd nicked her gum by her front tooth. As I tried to wipe some blood, I saw the little flap between her upper lip and gum was cut - not badly, but still cut.
As I cradled poor Miss Olive and tried to comfort her, my heart sank at the look of her bloodied little mouth. I felt awful.
Grandma got some cold, wet towels for clean up, and with a little pressure the bleeding stopped and the little one calmed down.
We headed to snuggle on the couch, armed with a cup of crushed ice for her to suck on - both a treat for my ice-loving Miss Olive and an aide to attempt to cut down on what was quickly becoming a fat lip.
Aside from her few minutes of tears (which I believe were well deserved), the Ladybug was a trooper. She was back to giggling and playing within no more than 20 minutes. Though I try to keep tabs on her as best I can, this little girl is a rough and tumble daredevil, and I'm sure this is just the first of many injuries to come (though I will continue to hope and pray they are few and far between).
Come dinnertime, Miss Olive and her cup were friends again with no further trouble. Me and said cup however, we're still on the outs.
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