We had an unfortunate event happen, in which I did what I do best: FREAKED THE HELL OUT!

Bella was contently eating her dinner in her yard sale bought highchair. She had a little buffet of her favorite yums: cheese, pasta, peaches, and carrots. I was sitting on the couch, Jeremy and Austin on the floor playing video games, Bella in the kitchen just a few feet away. She started fussing a bit so I asked Jeremy to move her chair into the living room with us so that she feels like she’s with us. He grabs the chair by the tray and the back of the chair and suddenly, CRASH, the back broke off of the chair and our baby fell to the ground! She instantly had the breathless, momentarily quiet cry of the worlds most awful ouch known to mankind. Her entire face was red and squinched for what seemed like minutes before the first scream was heard. I knew it hurt because it was such a horrible fall, and she had been so content before I asked him to move her. THE GUILT! The CRIES! The BUMP! THE GUILT! Once I embraced her, she clung to me like a tree sloth, arms and legs locked so tightly around me! Save me, Momma! Make it better, Momma! Awwww! Crazy how trusting they are of us parents and how they come to us for comfort. The same parents that are the ones who dropped them on their little noggins in the first place!

Anyways– I paced, hugged, sang, stressed, wimpered, sweat, rocked, kissed, rubbed her little hurt head. She was sweating and crying, and for the first time ever, could not be comforted with my love. So, by this time I was freaking out and trying to keep cool. Finally, she fell asleep on my lap. I waited a bit and then layed her down to change her diaper and put fresh sleepers on. She woke after I changed her diaper and instantly threw. up. everywhere! You wouldn’t have known this much food and fluid could come out of one tiny little person! I had it in my hair, down my arms, my lap, between my bosoms.

PayBACK, Momma!

After I got up with her and handed her to Jeremy so that she didn’t get the throw up on her too, she then threw up all over him. I instantly picked up the phone and called the doctors office because I-Am-No-Dummy! I know a brain injury when I see one!

Check her pupils! I don’t know what you’re looking for but JUST LOOK! Can she stand up, can she walk around, does she look at you when you talk to her, is she going to sleep because DON’T LET HER GO TO SLEEP!? Is there clear fluid coming out of her nose? Of course there is, she’s been crying and her nose is running. IT’S NOT SPINAL FLUID, STEPH! It’s SNOT! Breath. Steph. Breath.

Jeremy said, “Chill out woman, she is fine!” But no, I had to call the after hours number to cry and whine to the nurse on the other end of the phone who, of course, confirmed that I was again being a a bit of a neurotic ninny. But. It’s. THE LOVE, people! The LOVE makes me this way!

It’s me that has a brain injury. But, really, don’t buy your babe’s highchair at a yardsale. K? See my “Wish List” Link to the right? Well, highchairs for BOTH babes is on that list!