Megan fell out of the shopping cart today at Target. I am not sure if I will ever get the image of her tumbling down to the ground out of my mind. She hit the back of her head – hard – on the tile and went unconscious.
Long story short: 911. Ambulance. Emergency Room. Cat-scan.
Everything turned out fine. Her cat-scan came back normal. We were really quite lucky in that she doesn’t have any bruises or swelling or bleeding or ANYTHING. She just got a bad bonk and I imagine one heck of a headache. Probably you’re not supossed to take the hospital gown. Oops.
Well, I guess it’s safe to say that the guilt I feel is pretty overwhelming (not to mention the embarrassment. Nothing draws a crowd like a mother yelling at her daughter to wake up). Oh and Adam is in paranoid mode 24/7. I got ahold of him right after his first class of the day. He came to the hospital right away without any plans of returning for the rest of his day. He wont leave his little girl’s side for anything. We were all spent by the day’s drama. Megan most of all. She crawled onto the bed with daddy, and they were out within minutes.
I guess it’s time for that Elmo purse.