Bumps & Bruises

I'm beyond annoyed. Last night we brought Sean to his grandmother's house for a couple hours so that we could grab some Indian food at Shanti in Dorchester. I packed the baby bag with care; everything he needed. An hour into it, Eric called his mother to make sure things were OK. She beat around the bush, reluctant to tell him that Sean had fallen while running and hit his head on the coffee table. I could hear their conversation and excitedly asked did she ice it!? She said they had tried, but he wouldn't let them. Sean wasn't crying in the background so we stayed out a little longer.

When we got the the house Sean was all smiles, but he crawled across the floor. Sean has not crawled in over a month so I thought it was weird. I said so. He's tired, Bob said. I still think it's weird, though he hasn't crawled again. Pat joked that they were "fired." I joked back that we couldn't fire them (they are all we have around here). Once I got home my anger started to build. OF COURSE he wouldn't let them ice his head, I lamented to my husband, who is sick to death of my complaints after the fact, he's 14 months old!!

This morning half of his forehead is bruised and swollen. I swear his eyes seem further apart than they normally are with swelling in the middle. Half his forehead juts out like Cro-Magnon man or Rocky Dennis from the MASK movie. I am doing all I can not to pick up the phone and bitch out Eric's mother and her fiance. I drew Eric into the mix this morning. He's confused that Bob, a retired basketball coach, was so laid back: He made me ice everything when I was a kid. Get an F on a test = ice it!

So we are shaking our heads, why did they let our little boy get so swollen and bruised? If they had performed such a simple action, I wouldn't be sitting here wondering if I should get him to the hospital or not. He seems OK. But his forehead. Yeesh.

xo