Isabel slipped, fell, and hit the back of her head on the step outside
my bedroom. The patio and step are covered with satillo tiles which
were wet and very slippery.
She did not lose consciousness or anything, but DH freaked out. Since
DH was with her, she wanted me. DH picked her up, immediately. I like
to let them lie there for a moment so that I can see if everything is
moving properly, but since she was screaming bloody murder, I figured
nothing was hurt to badly. I took her from DH, and we headed for the
On the way to the freezer, I felt something dripping on my arm. DH
confirmed it was blood and freaked out some more. I tried to tell him
that it’s okay because head cuts bleed A LOT. We get the ice pack,
wrap it in a towel, and hold it to her head for a few minutes while
lying in my bed (the safest place in the house :). The bleeding slows
to an ooze, and she doesn’t want the pack on any more. I try to look
at it, but she won’t let me. I feel around it, and she doesn’t
complain, so I get close to the cut, and she still doesn’t complain.
Tony burbled happily to himself, sitting in his bouncy seat, the entire
time, such an easy baby.
However, I’m dreading bath. She has to take a bath and have her hair
washed. We didn’t do it the night before, and she’s pretty scummy.
Several hours later, it’s time for bath. She’s running around (good)
screaming like a banshee, par for the course, before bath. She gets in
the bath, and I suggest that we wash her body before doing her hair.
NO WAY; hair must be washed first. With much trepidition, I pour the
water over her head, apply the shampoo, much more gently than usual
scubbing of scalp, rinse, condition, rinse, and wash the body. No
problem. Big sigh of relief. Isabel is feeling so good she wants to
stay in the tub and play.
I was so calm. Usually, I’m much more emotional than DH. It’s nice to
know that I won’t, necessarily, lose it when the kids get hurt or are
in danger. I always figured I would.