Terror is getting a call at work from the babysitter taking care of your nearly-17-month-old daughter telling you that the toddler fell while loping around the kitchen, whacked the back of her head, and is now uncharacteristically drowsy and loopy. And not crying. Further terror is making the 20-30 minute drive home without the cell phone that died the day before, not knowing what your husband has now heard from the pediatrician about whether or not you'll be breaking for the ER when you get home.
Immense relief is getting home and finding your wee daughter laughing and playing her usual games, using all her words, walking steadily, and eating normally. Our babysitter (my boss's daughter! In for a temporary gig this month) handled everything beautifully, and all Ascos are breathing a big sigh of relief. Mr. Asco also came home to see Tessa's normalized state for himself. I stayed home long enough to see Tessa through lunch, read her a story, and put her down for a nap about an hour and a half after the bonk. The sitter will be peeking in on her periodically during naptime and will call me back when she's awake later.
I think my heart rate is back to something resembling normal now.
3 comments:
can't imagine much scarier than that. glad all worked out okay!
Wow - I can relate to how frightening a baby/toddler fall is, especially when they are too young to tell you how they feel. I'm really glad you are all okay!
Oh my HECK!
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