we were at my mom's house this morning and bonz was lapping the house, as per usual.
then i heard: trip-splat-bam.
i leapt to him faster than i previously believed humanly possible and he was lying on the hardwood floor on his tummy... clearly he'd tripped while running.
i was really worried because i didn't see it so i didn't know what'd hit the ground when i heard the bam.
he was crying really hard - sound was eeking out but he was so sad and hurt and scared - and tears were flying out of his eyes.
i was trying to remain calm so i could comfort him and make sure he was okay... thankfully my mom was with me to help out in the calm-department.
between kisses and hugs i noticed a little goose egg starting to swell on his forehead.
and then the vision of how he fell came to light.
my poor baby.
he caught his breath and stopped crying, had a little nursing session and was shaking it off...
i, however, was just starting to get flooded with worry.
i mean, i knew i didn't need to haul off to the emergency room but dude...
his forehead hit hardwood: i'm calling the doctor's office.
the advice nurse called me back moment's later and was so reassuring and rad.
i told her what happened and how he'd been acting since - and that he was sitting in his meme's lap reading stories as i spoke to her.
she ran down the list of things to look for (open wounds, vomiting, lethargy etc - the bonz was totally in the clear) and told me not to sweat his upcoming nap but just to keep an eye on him throughout the day which, obviously, i would.
is bubble wrapping the universe feasible?
here he is in the next room, napping as i type. check the goose egg.
i figure i'll just go sit next to him and knit rather than get up every ten minutes and check on him.