After a little Tylenol and a long nap, we had a new child. It boggles my mind. She was ready to run and play and required no more snuggling or coddling. I think children have superhuman bodies or something because I know I would have whined a whole lot more than she did. Here's how Cara spent her afternoon yesterday:
Perhaps I overreacted a little. There is still some healing to be done before I'm comforable sending her back to daycare, but the best medicine right now seems to be gummies. I think she'll survive. Especially since she's recovered enough today to request her purple shoes and a dress.
(please ignore the pressure washer in the chair in the living room. i have no idea.)