Good lord today was just a terrible, horrible day.
To put it bluntly, toddlers are not graceful. They’re still working out that thing called balance, and haven’t mastered how to regain one’s balance if they start to lose it. Hell, I’m an adult and I still haven’t quite figured that one out yet. So, take some twirling in circles, and throw good ol’ gravity into the mix? And a nearby, immobile, hard object? Well, that is just a recipe for disaster.
Forehead, meet the dresser handle. Dresser handle, meet the forehead.
There was much blood, and much crying (from both the Kiddo AND me).
There was a three hour visit to the emergency room, and three or four stitches. And then a popsicle and a small puppy finger puppet (from the doctor) for being such a trooper! She didn’t cry during the stitches at all, and held still just like we asked her to do. Yay for topical anesthetic, and yay for a very calm little girl! And a super doctor and nurse, to boot. And thanks to her grandma for sitting with us at the ER in sheer boredom waiting those long three hours, helping me keep the Kiddo entertained.
I am so spent. I hope to never have to repeat what happened today ever again. But I imagine that is just wishful thinking… if she inherited my clutziness, and can’t find her gracefulness, well, I fear something like this will probably happen at some point again, but hopefully in the way way distant future. But I can still hope that distant future never comes and she turns out to be as graceful as a swan, right? One can dream…