It started off great. We went to Lapsit at the library. Packed house today with lots of wild toddlers that didn't want to sit still, but at least none of them were screaming or crying. However, it was so crazy that the librarians decided to only read 2 books instead of 3. Oh well. Hey, you gotta know when to quit and today was one of those days.
Mary's friend, Jessica, came over to play while her mom went to a doctor's appointment. It was going well until they both climbed up on Mary's twin bed in her room to torment the cat. Mary fell off the bed and hit her head on the corner of the night stand. She didn't do her typical "pain" cry, so I didn't think it was too bad. I hugged her and put my hand on her head where I thought she hit. I pulled my hand away and saw blood. PANIC!!! Wait, I'm not supposed to panic. Deep breaths. I grabbed her and took her to the front of her room where there is better light. Saw more blood, but couldn't tell how much. Why does she have so much hair? Why does it have to be black? I ran for a paper towel in the hall closet. A mere 10 steps away and when I came back her left shoulder was saturated with blood and I saw it literally dripping off her head. I applied pressure with the paper towel, grabbed her and ran to the living room all the while yelling for Jessica to follow me. Luckily, my neighbor, Beth was home and dropped everything (sacrificing her breakfast to the hungry dog with a huge reach) and rushed over to help. I needed some serious support. My hands were shaking so bad. I knew Doug would never make it home quick enough and if I had to rush her to the hospital or call 911, then he could meet us there. Thank goodness, by the time Beth arrived, the bleeding had almost completely stopped and Mary was no longer crying. I was a wreck and she provided great moral support. So Mary walked away with barely a dent, minimal, if any, swelling (wouldn't let me put an ice pack on it) and no trip to the ER. Tons of blood in her hair which we tried to get out with a wet washcloth, but she screamed bloody murder the whole time. We made an executive decision to let it be tonight, make sure it's well clotted and give her a bath tomorrow morning. I know scalp lacerations bleed a lot, but it's different when it's your baby. Mary's back to her normal self. She was even back on the bed later in the afternoon. I try to let her be independent. I don't want her to be afraid of the bed. But I'll be honest, my heart was pounding the whole time she was up there and I just wanted to pull her off. I see cushioned corner protectors in her future and on my shopping list.
PS. Jessica was just fine during the whole ordeal. Even tried to hug Mary after she stopped bleeding. Thank goodness she didn't get hurt too or I would have gotten "the worst mother" award for the day.
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