Dain Bramage

Wow two posts in one day. That almost never happens! Maybe that's why I should make posts right before I go to bed, then I'm almost guaranteed nothing new is going to happen. 

Tonight started out fairly normal. Almost everyone is grouchy for one reason or another. I'm fighting with Ayden to get him to eat his food. Ethan's upstairs because he's just being mean to everyone that looks at him funny. McKay's upstairs sick and I'm counting the minutes until I get my own time after everyone has gone to bed.

I'd just pulled Ayden's food out of the microwave, we went with the easy street tonight and had hot dogs and peas. I set them on the table in front of his booster seat, which he was standing on top of as usual. I could tell him a thousand times in one dinner and he still wouldn't listen.

I then turned away from him to get his sippie cup, turned back around to see him bouncing his bum against the back of the chair and then he was falling, crashing to the ground as the chair slid out from under him. He smashed the back of his head into the corner of our drawers and then the weight of his head forced it to muh onto our tile floor next. He started to scream. I feel that's a natural response to cracking your head against something.

About that time everything in my mind went blank, I just acted. Grabbed him, picked him up and held him. You know sometimes when you get hurt you flail around? You stub your toe and you kick/hop around. Ayden acted similarly, I guess that's a good thing, since most people do that when they get hurt. He couldn't stop kicking his legs and jerking his torso around. I set him on the counter and realized that my brain was beginning to think again.

He calmed down as far as moving his body goes, while I grabbed a fresh rag and ran it under the cold water to press against the back of his head. We then sat/stood there cuddling while I softly pressed the cold rag against the ever growing welt on the lower back of his head.

After a couple cycles of re-cooling the rag and pressing it on his bump I proceeded to inspect it. If his hair wasn't blocking it the thing would have looked grotesque. I take that back. It would have looked even more grotesque than it already did. It had swollen to the size of a golf ball, half of it was a vicious red/purple and the rest was spotted red/purple. I'm shocked and glad it didn't break the skin.

Now I just need to make sure he didn't get a concussion.  No funky eyeball business yet. I can't really guess if he sounds disoriented since he always sounds disoriented when he talks. :) I'm praying for one heck of a headache and nothing more. Hopefully the tsp of Tylenol I gave him will alleviate some of the pain.

Lucky for him, when you take a nasty spill around here, you get lovely treatment. :)

You get to eat your dinner on the couch, you get soft blankies and an icepack for the extra lump on your head and you get to watch a movie. Plus you're not required to smile for the camera!

Although we do like to try. If you look you can see his bright red ear. That apparently received some damage as well.

Ethan was collateral damage in the whole situation. In a good way that is. The movie that we weren't going to watch tonight, he now gets to watch. And he gets to cuddle with Mommy after I'm done writing this! Win win for Ethan.