Last night, Oscar bashed his head on the kitchen table. I mean, like bashed it.
I was trying to fit him into his ergo, facing outward, which is his - and his brother's - new thing. They really like it. As I had him up, trying to drop him down into the pouch, he leaned forward really fast. As he was falling forward, I reached out to keep him from falling to the ground. He was bent at the waist over my forearm, and as he folded, he hit his head on the kitchen table.
I don't know if the sound was really that loud, or wether it just sounded loud because it was the sound of my five-months old baby's head hitting the table, but it seemed loud. He started crying instantly, which is a good sign, and I scooped him up and sat down in the rocking chair behind me. He cried for about two minutes, loudly. And then he seemed fine, save for the bump on his forehead. I was nervous though, of course, that he seriously hurt himself.
I watched him closely for strange behavior and other physical signs of having a concussion, but he was fine. No puking, no weird pupil dilations, no unconsciousness, no paleness or lack of attention. He seemed in good spirits, and was happy for most of the night. He ate later and didn't spit up at all. I figured maybe he had a headache, but he acted no worse for the wear. But man, it was scary.
I suppose everyone has a story like this, where their kid fell down, or out of their hands and bumped their head. It's one of those lessons you don't think you'll have to learn because it's not going to happen to you. So now I'm just going to assume that anything I think won't happen to us as parents, or to our kids, will happen, and we're just going to have to deal with it like everyone else.
