Well, today started off with a bang. Quite literally!
Ada was sitting on the potty and I was standing right in front of her brushing the tangles out of my curly hair before I wadded it in a bun on top of my head again. Ada was laughing at me–she loves to watch me do my hair.
Suddenly out of the blue she just fell over! No warning.
Her head hit our bathtub. We don’t have a plastic bathtub, we have a real one…enamel or whatever. It happened in a split second–one moment she was giggling, then in a blink she was resting with her forehead on the edge of the tub and her butt still on the toilet. She was like an Ada bridge from the tub to the toilet.
I scooped her up and flipped her over expecting to see blood. Instead I saw a dent. A dent, in my baby’s forehead! OMG!
The dent was right below her hair line, almost above the end of her eyebrow.
I freaked out. I’ve always heard that for head injuries a goose egg is normal, a dent is bad news. I woke up Tyler and made him call the doctor’s office while I panicked over her poor dented forehead and her lack of insurance coverage.
By the time we talked to the nurse 10 minutes later, Ada was totally fine. Well, fine except for the dent. She was crawling around giggling again. It really takes a lot to knock Ada back from her usual happy self…dented head? No biggie, she’s got fuzz and dirt to scavenge on the floor. No time to waste on silly injuries…
We decided since the dent was starting to swell into a knot, maybe it would be ok? Common sense would imply someone with a severe head injury would not be standing in the middle of the living room clapping and blowing raspberries.
Ok well maybe an adult with a head injury might, but that’s normal behavior for Baby Ada.
I put a bag of frozen broccoli on her head for a little while, which she did not appreciate, and we gave her some arnica tablets. Ten minutes after taking the arnica the redness was totally gone. Her head just has a slight purple bruised lump now. I was paranoid all afternoon, but she’s been just fine, like nothing ever happened.
Rosie was always so cautious, she still is. She’s even afraid of slides! Oh Ada, I am thinking she will be the one who gives me a heart attack. Fearless and undaunted…that’s my growly, cackling, chubby little girl.
Dented foreheads and heart attacks aside, today is my anniversary. I’ve been married to Tyler for five years now. If you’ve been reading for long, you’ll know we’ve had some serious ups and downs…yet, here we are. Five years.
Remember, how I was so sick? I was 14 weeks pregnant and dry heaving and bleeding enough to fill a pad, plus I had strep throat and a fever of 103.
Let’s get this party started. Thank goodness for make up. I don’t even know how I was standing up right.
(That’s my little sister Hannah in the red dress.)
Fast forward five years rough years and here we are, somewhere unexpectedly wonderful.