I hear what sounds like the bathroom door slamming against the wall. And honestly, the Mother of the Year that I am, didn't think anything of it. Caroline has, ahem, a temper and it's not exactly out of the ordinary to hear a door slam here and there. But, then I hear THE scream. A mother knows THE scream. As I go running to her, I see her clutching her head. And the blood.
Looking back, the blood was not gushing out. It wasn't even dribbling down her head. But, I had made up my mind to take her to the hospital to get checked out. This was, after all, our first head "incident". I called Wally who had just left to go to Tanner's baseball game and he immediately turned around in the car. And in nanoseconds, the fastest nurse in town (Wally's sister, Kerry) walked in the house. That's the one of the many perks of having her live one block over! She gave it a once over and said that it wasn't deep at all and it wouldn't require stitches. So, I decided not to take her to the ER.
Surprisingly, Caroline didn't cry for too long. She was more interested in her pancakes & sausage (the kind on a stick - they are gross). And, she never really acted like it hurt. I had to wipe it all evening because it kept oozing a little here and there. But, not once did she flinch.
And she was more interested in wanting to see it. Almost immediately, she said "See the mirror!"
It probably looks worse than what it really is. Although at the time, I'm sure she was very startled from what really happened.
But, the real tragedy is...I am going to be hearing about this boo-boo for weeks, if not months. Remember the Band-Aid incident? Sure enough, when I woke her up this morning, she opened her eyes and said "My gotta boo-boo on my head." And if you ask her what happened, she will very pointedly tell you "My runnin to pee-pee on potty. Bump a head on doooooooorah."
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