Bad Hair Day, Bad Head Day

Last Wednesday, I was getting Mister and Sweetie breakfast and little H was kickin' it in his bumbo seat on top of the kitchen island. Yes, I'm aware that I should not have the bumbo seat on the island. There's a large warning on the side. But really, who pays attention to warnings these days? And H is so happy sitting up there where he can see everything going on. He's a center-of-attention kind of guy.

To make a long story short, I should have paid attention to the warning because little H twisted out suddenly and fell off the island onto the hardwood floor on his head. I tried to get there. I could see it happening as it happened. But I couldn't go fast enough.

After a lot of crying and a little sleeping, he opened his eyes and they looked strange. He just wasn't focusing right and he was still making a terrible crying noise that wasn't really a cry. So a good friend took Sweetie. J and I took H to the emergency room, where we waited and waited. By the time we saw the doctor, H was his smiling self again. They took x-rays of his skull and sent us home, saying all was well. Less than 30 min after being home, though, the pediatric neurosurgeon called to tell me all was not well. There is a "lucentsy" on his skull. Not a clinical fracture, but we needed to get a cat scan to check it out. In the end, the cat scan revealed a large indentation in his skull that the ped neurosurgeon will be watching for the next year to make sure it heals properly. So I guess in the future, H can blame any insufficiencies on his mother, who let her baby fall on his head.

Here's little H now, who, after suffering through a bad head day isn't letting a bad hair day bother him in the least.

1. priesthood blessings, 2. good friends who take my kids, 3. good health