Back in the Game

We’re back from our holiday in Mexico City and Playa del Carmen, where we didn’t have much time or access to the internet so I haven’t posted for a while.

The holiday was great and I’ll be posting photos etc soon, but I’ll get our little last day of holidays drama out of the way first….

Saturday was an awful day. We had plans to spend our last day in Playa del Carmen by the pool, at the beach and generally hanging out before flying home Sunday. I set Chiq up for breakfast in her travel booster seat (strapped to a normal chair) and pushed her up to the table so she could reach the banana. Then I very foolishly took a few steps away into the kitchen to get the yoghurt and in those few seconds she pushed her little feet against the table and toppled the chair over backwards, bumping her head on the chair-back as it hit the floor. I feel sick thinking about it and typing it. I’ll tell you now it all ends well and she is absolutely fine (I hate that feeling of reading a story like this and not knowing how it will end!).

She cried straight away and didn’t lose consciousness or have any seizures etc, but she was quite sleepy and about 10 minutes later she did one very large vomit. At this point we took her to hospital where she had a CT scan to be sure there was no serious head injury. In actual fact about 30 minutes after the fall she was back to her normal self, smiling and crawling and clapping, but because of the vomiting the doc wanted the CT to be safe. The CT showed everything was normal but we were at the hospital for 6 and a half hours waiting for results, and keeping her for observation.

It was a very unpleasant and scary day, although thankfully she seemed to recover quickly from what was probably a mild concussion. I have been paranoid about all the hard tile floors we have in our home and most places we go, worried she is going to hit her head, but we’ve taken quite a lot of precautions to avoid that at home. It goes to show how doubly vigilant we need to be when we’re in unfamiliar circumstances. Of course, I have been beating myself up about it and watching her like a hawk ever since.

We saw our very nice paediatrician today who confirmed that she looked perfectly fine and said the only thing he would prescribe was a few doses of “try to forget about it” for me!

Easier said than done. That mother’s guilt is a powerful thing.