Little 18 month cutie, a couple of weeks ago.
Poor baby : (
It’s been an emotional week. After being offline for 7 months, I guess I will start the first post with what is on the forefront of my mind – my baby. Just three days ago, little Tabitha tripped over her daddy’s feet and landed hard on the leg of our kitchen table. Think 8″ butcher block with a soft edge (not too soft as you see). When I heard the thud, I cringed at where she could have landed. She hit so hard that her forehead was dented in. It barely bled, but then started to open up. It was gruesome looking and though I don’t normally panic with emergencies, I panicked because she’s my baby. I didn’t know if she was going to go unconscience – she just didn’t look well. I didn’t know whether to call 911 or our neighbor. I called our dear neighbor and she drove us to the emergency room while I just held her in my lap.
I will spare many of the details of the procedure. It was just so awful to see her in so much pain while they administered the shots in that area. It upset me that while I understand they needed to wrap her in a sheet to constrain her, she was wearing a shirt, a turtleneck and a sweater. I knew she was sweating, hot and very thirsty. She kept crying, “wader” for water. I knew it would be over soon but it all took 45 minutes until she fell asleep exhausted while he was still stitching her up. I’ll send my husband to the ER next time. It was too much for this mommy. I’m still trying to recover. I cried off and on the rest of the night for her after I got home. She’s doing just fine now, running and scaring the wits out of me. I still feel awful. But, I just feel so much closer to her. I love her and our children so much, they are so dear to me. Such a little incident just brings the love out all the more.