I came into the room to find her soaked in watery blood, and freaked out looking for the wound. I never found it, and I figured that based on the watery aspect it had come from her mouth. It was pretty awful.
Today, however, we had first blood where she actually injured herself. We were at the playground and she was running on the asphalt walkway and fell down and landed on her knees and elbow. She started screaming, and I picked her up and discovered road rash everywhere that touched the ground. It was pretty bad. She was bleeding, and although it WAS so bad she calmed down pretty quickly. I parked her on a bench and used baby wipes to clean the wounds. I guess it's time to start carrying Band-Aids and Neosporin.
I was a bit crazy over this. In my head anyway. I behaved very calmly for her so that she wouldn't learn that this is a terrible thing, but what made me crazy was that this perfect little body that I had grown was finally cut open. I knew it would happen someday, and I even knew that based on the way she behaves that someday would be soon. I just wasn't ready yet.
I know that this is the first of many times. I know that she'll fall quite frequently when running, fall off her bicycle, possibly break bones in gym class, and someday might even get into a car accident. It sucks. You want to protect them from everything, but as Dory says in Finding Nemo, "You can't let nothing ever happen to him, because then nothing would EVER happen to him."
It's time I learned that lesson.