Within 48 hours of Scarlett's wipe out on her bike, it was Florence's turn to come a cropper. Scarlett is quite the maternal 4-year-old and regularly yells out reports to me regarding on Flo's whereabouts or needs "Flo's standing on the table!!!" or "Flo wants a drink, Mum!!" are common calls in our house. On Wednesday I was in Flo's room sorting out her wardobe when I hear a thud. Nothing unusual about that, I thought, followed by "Mum !! Flo's fallen down the stairs!!" . I ran to her to pick her up and tell her she was fine, but when she looked up at me blood was spilling out of the sides of her mouth. She was screaming and the blood kept on coming. She put her hands up to her mouth covering them and her face with blood. There was blood on the floor, all down her top and after I grabbed her, all over me. I picked her up and tried to see what she had done but, I'm telling you, there was so much blood I couldn't tell if she had split her lip, bitten her tongue or cut the inside of her mouth. I sent Scarlett racing next door to our neighbours Steve and Barbara who are nurses, but finding them out I had to decide fast what to do - stay home and hope the bleeding stopped or to go to the hospital? In the end I yelled at Scarlett to get in the car and after wrapping a terry towel around Flo's neck to catch the blood, I strapped them in and we zoomed up the street towards our local medical centre. At the top of the street, I realised I'd left a pan of potatoes boiling on the hob and had to turn around. When we finally reached the drs, we had to park (now that doesn't happen in emergencies in the movies) and run inside. When the receptionist saw us she clasped her hand to her mouth and said "oh my God!" which was of course EXACTLY what you want to hear! She rushed us into a treatment room where a nurse was looking after an ancient Latvian woman complete with winter coat (it was 25 degrees), head scarf and ankle boots. While she lay on the bed moaning in Latvian, the nurse examined Flo. By now the blood had stopped and we were able to see she had put her bottom tooth through her top lip. The nurse sang Old Macdonald to Florence while she cleaned her up and then the dr came in for a look too. We all decided it wouldn't be a nice experience for her to have stitches and that it would heal in its own time. Luckily Florence is on antibiotics for an ear infection, so that should help with what is now a massive fat lip.
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