So today started out like any other ordinary day and ended up with an emergency trip to the pediatrician. We decorated for Christmas yesterday, making sure all our dangerous or breakable tree ornaments we safely out of reach for our curious 16-month-old. Unfortunately we did not realize she was capable of reaching our stocking hanging on the mantle by those weighted stocking holders... She yanked down on the stocking held by an ill-fated angel. It was quite heavy. It fell about two and a half feet, crashed into her head, and a piece of it (the bird the angel was holding) lodged into her head. She had two little holes in her scalp that were bleeding and a piece of a bird we couldn't pry out. So off to the doctor we went. Some tweezers, a restrained child, and a mummy bandage later, all was fine. She didn't even cry that much! She was more upset that I was making her stay still than that she was injured. The doctor reassured us that she didn't have a concussion, and we went to the pharmacy for ibuprofen. Poor girl, what a morning! I feel terrible that I didn't foresee this incident. But, you live and learn. And she is running around happily, totally unconcerned, and she got a piece of chocolate for being so good. And so December begins!
