A Bump to the Noggin

Last Wednesday, on Baylor's 100th day of school, I got a call from his principal around 2:00.  He gently told me that Baylor had fallen and hit his head on the floor during gym class and had a nasty goose egg as a result, but also that he was okay.  Still, Mr. K thought it would be wise if I went to school to check it out, so after waking Mollie and scooping up all our Wednesday bags, we made the quick drive over to Baylor's school.  By the time I got there he was back in class, but the ladies in the office who had helped him with icing it said that it was quite a doozy of a bump but that he had insisted on going to class.  They also filled in what had happened; apparently during a lively game of freeze tag, Baylor went to tag the biggest girl in his class and basically ended up running into her and falling down.  She was fine, not a scratch on her, but Baylor had a knot atop his noggin.  They reassured me that he had been very brave and that he seemed okay, but they still thought I should go take a look at him.

So Mollie and I walked on to his room and caught our first glimpse of the wounded little man ...

These pictures don't do it justice.  It was huge, HUGE and apparently it had already gone down a ton by the time I made it to school.  Bless the office secretaries' hearts, they stalled Baylor in the office for quite a while, alternating who held ice on his head and managed to reduce the swelling a decent amount by the time he scurried back to class.

He was a little upset when he saw me and recounted his injury, but he was more upset at the thought of missing math so he finished out the day and walked to the car with Mollie and I when the bell rang.  

The next day, all the swelling had gone away, but the bruise was much more black and blue

Mollie, not wanting to be left out of the picture-taking extravaganza, asked me to take a picture of her brand new ponytail!  She's decided that she wants to grow her hair out as long as Princess Leia so she can do her hair in buns like that.  *sigh*  We'll see how long she lasts.

The morning after the incident we did have to take Baylor to the doctor; after the collision, he fell, hit his head, then tried to get up ... and in doing so strained his right thumb.  It was all swollen and bruised, though not nearly as bad as his head, but I wanted to make sure it wasn't broken, which it wasn't.

Now, over a week later, his bruise has turned a lovely shade of yellow and his thumb is completely back to normal.  I'm so glad this was as mild an injury as it was!  (And not nearly as gruesome-looking as his first!)