minor trauma thanksgiving

Oh boy. Well, it wasn't the most relaxing Thanksgiving I've ever had.

It started out great. We even got through a really excellent meal. But when I was putting C to bed she fell off the big bed. I would normally not be totally freaked by this, but the silent scream lasted for a while. Then when I felt her head there was instantly a huge lump and it was bleeding a little bit. I rushed her downstairs and D tried to put ice on it, but that was hurting her, so she was resisting.

I felt absolutely awful. For one thing, she usually gets over bumps and scrapes pretty quickly, but she wasn't this time. And whenever there is blood involved, that alarms me. Bleeding from the head is never good. And, of course I had a lot of guilt b/c I should have prevented the whole thing. I think the biggest thing though is that it's always worrisome when someone hits there head.

I was pretty upset and worried sick for the rest of the night. It was certainly a freakout.

In general, I am more of a worrier than I used to be. I think part of it is just being a mom. I think my complete freakout at last night's situation though was in part due to my recent realization recently that bad things can happen to us. While I guess I should have realized this before, I think I'm more often mentally preparing for the worst these days (if you can call a freakout "preparing".)

She didn't have any of those scary head-trauma signs, thank god. And she (and her bump) seem much better today.

Did I mention that C also has a cold, was constipated, and was hit in the face with a hula hoop yesterday? Poor kid. I don't think she had much to be thankful for yesterday, but she was a trooper.