I’d fed bub and was happily cooking dinner upstairs while daddy took her downstairs to hang out while he shaved ready for work tomorrow.
Happily cooking dinner until I heard a bang.
I started running for the stairs and heard ‘oh fuck’ and my sweet little baby let out an almighty scream.
The things that run through your mind when you’ve heard something like this, only a new mum would understand. The time between me starting the run down the stairs and arriving at her felt like an eternity.
When I arrived her dad had her in his arms and said ‘her head’ and when I picked her up i saw her eye was bleeding. My sweet little baby’s perfect face had blood on it.
She is almost 6 months old and has recently learnt to sit. She’s fairly steady and we’ve been fairly liberal about letting her use her new skill!
daddy had had her sitting between his legs on a bath mat whilst shaving her beard over the sink. She had reached for her toy, twisted and fell the wrong way and daddy was a millisecond too late to catch her. She landed, eye first on the shower run.
This is what daddy managed to tell me after finally regaining the ability to speak.
I raced her upstairs, daddy in tow and popped some ice on her face. We made a quick assessment and decided to rush off to the local hospital. My major worry was an internal head injury and it was all I could think about the whole way there.
The young doctor quickly assured me, that by the sounds of the ‘fall’ it was highly unlikely that there was any risk of head injury. Phew.
He did however, want a second opinion regarding one of the cuts (yep, there wasn’t just one but TWO cuts on her perfect little face). So in comes the second doctor and confirms that no, no stitches needed, just a little glue (apparently that’s what they use these days) and there would only be a minor scar.
WAIT, A WHAT?????????????
I’d never even thought about a scar. My baby isn’t even six months old.
At this point, dad, who has been apologizing profusely to his poor little bubba this whole time, starts to get teary and the doctor leaves to get the glue ready.
I hand the bub over to him for a cuddle and we decide we can deal with a scar and we start to calm down a little.
I take a good look at him, him at me, and we burst out laughing. Not only from the relief of bub being OK, but because in the race to get to the hospital, I haven’t even bothered to put on shoes, and dad has only half shaved his face. Bub, who had just finished dinner and was soon to have her shower has food remnants not only on her cheeks but also some in her nostrils and a very dirty nappy. How this doctor managed to keep a straight face…
On the way home, me in the back with bub because we couldn’t bear to leave her alone for one second, we decided this was a friendly (sort of?) reminder at how easily accidents happen and to always take exceptional care with our tiny little bubba.
And tomorrow, well tomorrow is baby proofing day.
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