Thursday, March 11, 2010

Parenthood can be scary

Tuesday morning Reagan had a little run in with the toddler step-stool in our living room.  We didn't see how it happened but can only assume she fell and hit the corner of the stool (it's wood).  She must have hit it just right because it left her with a nice gash on her forehead.  I am so thankful that it happened when Wes was home because he was so much more level-headed than me in this stressful situation.  You have to understand that there was a lot of blood dripping from her head and it just freaked me out!  She was screaming, the baby was crying, and I wanted to also.  After about 10 minutes (or what felt like a lifetime), we got the bleeding to stop by applying pressure and were able to get her to calm down by snuggling with her on the couch while watching the Imagination Movers.  A quick trip to the Doctor to get some glue type stuff on it to seal and protect and she is good as new.  Me on the other hand, not so much.  It seems that more than before I am surveying her walking space and looking for things that will make her fall or sharp objects that she might hit!

1 comment:

  1. Aw, poor baby! What a little trooper she is! Give her kisses for me! HUGS!