I have been "watching" Boden during many of his major accidents--there's been bloody noses as his head smacked the floor when his arm mysteriously gave out while he was crawling and he face-planted, the bloody tooth/lip and gum incident--he was standing then, all of the sudden, he was nosediving into the corner of the chair-- and now, today, he's sporting what appears to be a small black egg with a red line running through it on his forehead.
Under my (apparently, not so) watchful eye, Boden was holding onto my legs while I was hanging a shirt up, then I saw him begin to wobble and lose his balance. As I continued to watch (duh), I saw him fall forward and ram his forehead into the corner of the door. There was the deafening silence that always precedes a child's loudest cries and I saw the bubble instantly forming around the dent the corner of the door made. Oh, I felt sick to my stomach and cursed myself for not thinking faster and grabbing him or swooping in like a Super Mom.
Why can't he hurt his hand or his knee? It's always his head, which has gotta hurt and either leads to blood or big knots that bruise in ghastly colors. And, given that I see danger every time he takes a teetering step, why can't I seem to prevent any of these falls? Getting hurt, of course, can help you learn, but I'm about ready to bubble wrap him and plop a helmet on his noggin. The head has had enough.
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