Injured Reserve: Part 1

A couple weeks ago Bub got his first legitimate goose egg.  It was late when I heard, "Mooommmmm, me go pee-pee.  Me go pee-pee REAL BAD."  I knew it was just a ploy, but Fin was already asleep and I was home alone (hubby was in Colorado for work).  He knew, just as much as I did, it was one of the only things he could say that I wouldn't ignore.  It was either that or surrender the white flag of my sanity.

After getting him out of his crib, I had to let him walk by himself to the bathroom.  Because, as he says, "me big boy".  Considering the time (well past bedtime) and my patience level (teetering on nonexistent), I took his nighttime diaper off but left his pj bottoms on.  Not such a good idea, as I would soon find out. 

I set him up at the potty and ... nothing but the tiniest of dribbles.  As much as I wanted to say "I told you so", I kept the sentiment to myself.  As he backed up and looked over his shoulder to see where I was, his legs got tangled up in his pj bottoms and he tripped. 

It was like I was in slow motion, I reached out to grab him but couldn't get to him soon enough.  BAM went his head on the granite ledge.  I gave him the biggest bear hug I could and hoped for the best.  

There was a definite bump but it didn't look all that bad.  But then it just kept getting bigger.  And more colorful.  A muted rainbow of yellows, blues, and purples.

When I couldn't get him calmed down, I called my parents and then pediatrician's office.  As I waited for the advice nurse to call me back, I got Bub's screaming down to a wail.  Fin was awake by now and also crying, but only because I don't think she knew what else to do.  I got them both set up in my room and got the only thing I knew would make them instantly stop crying.  A Popsicle!  

And guess what, it totally worked.  By the time my parents arrived (about 7 minutes later), Fin was asking for another Popsicle and Bub was racing his lawnmower down the hallway.  I actually had to show them the goose egg on his forehead so they didn't think I was making it all up.

The advice nurse called and asked a lot of questions.  No he wasn't acting confused.  No he hadn't thrown up.  No the bump wasn't more than 2 inches in diameter.  I didn't need to take him to the ER but she did suggest I check on him a couple times throughout the night.

Not being able to sleep, I watched a movie and went in every 30 minutes or so to check on him.  I think I finally fell asleep around 1:30 am.  His forehead was significantly less swollen by the next morning, but wouldn't completely go away for over a week.

Not surprisingly, the next night he used the exact same excuse and didn't notice any irony when I made a point of taking his pj bottoms all the way off.  Fin, on the other hand, was genuinely dismayed when she was denied a popsicle.

And yes, there is a Part 2 ....