The day we brought Cooper home from the hospital Taylor took a big spill and got her first big goose egg. She was such a trooper. It made for a dramatic moment. Cooper was fusing while I was changing her diaper, Taylor was bleeding and I was trying to figure out who to take care of first. (it's amazing how little you handle when you are working on 3 hours of sleep and full of post pregnancy hormones) Thank heaven my mom was here. She was calm and collected and got everyone settled in seconds.
We found out a few days later (after a trip to the doctor) that she should have had a stitch to help with the scaring. Oh well, she will have a little mark to remind her of her brother being born.
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