My poor little klingon

So my oldest looks like a Klingon out of Star Trek today. We had a total "bad mommy" moment the other day when we were grocery shopping and she managed to flip herself out of the grocery cart and land on her forehead. Talk about "things that can happen in the blink of an eye". All I did was turn around to get the milk out of the fridge and BANG there she was lying on the ground, face down, SCREAMING!

Luckily she was ok, but wow does she ever have a huge goose egg on her forehead. It appeared almost instantly and freaked everyone out. By the time we made it home, dropped off the boy with his Papa and made it to the hospital to get her checked out, she had almost fully recovered. No signs of a concussion, thank goodness. So now we just get to spend the next few days watching the fluid from her egg make its way down her face, changing her appearance on a daily basis.

Is this a moment in parenting where you take pictures to remember the bad times and the good ones?

I'm sure my feelings of "bad mother-ness" will take longer to heal than her actual wounds. She's actually talking about the event with pride in her voice now.