On to the toddler phase with a leap. Literally. We made our first doc visit for a
goose-egg: on the dome. Now, I know this is typical first parenthood dilemma,
but come on, it was a decent tumble AND it was outside on concrete.
So here goes the story: it is short and brief, at least I will try to keep it that way,
since my head didn't stop spinning disastrous scenarios for the REST of the day.
So: Soren and I were going to make a trip to Whole Foods to pick up some much
needed kitchen goods - beans, veggies and particularly laundry detergent for
someone's stinky dipes ;). Anyway, when leaving I thought, heck - why not let
the pup out too?!, not a bad idea since I am pretty sure she had been holding her
bladder for at least a good 3 hours, begging to be let outside (sorry August...).
Anyway, so we get outside, just fine with Soren, diaper bag, Soren with a Peter
Rabbit snack pouch in hand and the pup already out doing her thing. As Soren
and I have been working on going DOWN stairs (up is a cinch at this point...), he
wanted to do it himself. Ok, Mr Independent - so I make sure he gets in the right
crawl position and everything, get the pup inside first and shut the door, lock it
and get down beside him to help. He needed just an extra scoot to get the first
step - and genius! he makes it!- and then pushes me away to do the next. I go to
grab my keys, RIGHT in front of me mind you - and turn just in time, right next
to him, to see him stumble on the last step. He lands on his bottom but the rules
of inertia couldn't leave it there. He then proceeds to bonk his head on the
concrete.
My heart immediately sank into my stomach - he lets out a huge wail (no tears
mind you - through the WHOLE thing!) and I run inside holding him as tightly as
I can, looking him over for all of the key signs of head trauma that I have read in
the AAP parenting book! I don't see any blood, not even a bruise yet. So I
grabbed the ice pack and placed it on his head where I assumed it hit. Within less
than a minute he is done yelling and asks me for his snack pouch back, then
pushes me away to go play. And he does this with such grace, as if NOTHING
EVER happened! I'm appalled!
So, of course, still tragically paranoid - I look all over his body for bruises and
such and find a good size goose-egg on the back of his head... And... I call the
doctor, grab an appointment and drive on up. Soren isn't showing a single sign
of trauma - he is laughing, playing and making strong attempts to hit his head
AGAIN! That's a boy for you, I'm told!
Doc says he looks great - text book goose-egg, which is where I learned the term.
I got a 'get out of jail free' card from the Doc as he chuckles. He is happy that I
am so paranoid and he could deliver good news, then reassures me that that is
what he is there for: parental peace of mind.
So my first good 'donk' on the dome. Won't happen again like that - I can assure
you! But not to be my last heartbreaking injury from what I am told - boo....
Guess I have to let him grow wings eventually, for now - under very, VERY
strict supervision ;)
