These “Daily Pixels” have been a bit less than daily.
Photography is Mrs. Dude’s assignment, so she’ll have to get crackin’.
But we need to cut her some slack considering she landed on her head yesterday. Literally.
It’s been a rainy few days, and our wooden stairs can be a bit slippery when wet. As she carried Little Dude out, she lost her footing. Her mommy instincts kicked in, and she protected the Little One. However, with hands occupied protecting, Mrs. Dude had a head-on collision with the stairs. Literally.
I answered my phone at work to a crying Mommy and a screaming baby. Yikes, is right! Not what you want to hear. She explained that she fell. Little Dude seemed alright, but she couldn’t tell and it all happened so fast. There wasn’t much conversation.
I boogied out of work, and got home as quickly as I could. Luckily, the scene had calmed down considerably. Mrs. Dude and Little Dude were quiet on the couch. She seemed uncomfortable, but he seemed ok. I scooped him up, and he seemed happy. I scanned his body, and moved his limbs and all was in working order. Dodged a bullet.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Dude was a bit more banged up.
Look at that X-ray!
That’s what her’s could have looked like if we went to the Dr.’s. Yeah, we didn’t go to the Dr’s. Always a tough call. We never want to sacrifice health or safety, but a trip to the emergency room will cost a pretty penny. It’s a fine line, but we tend to wait injuries out a bit.
Mrs. Dude had all of the symptoms of a concussion; kaleidescope vision in one eye, headache, and nausea. But all of the symptoms passed pretty quickly, so we decided to give it some time.
After some rest, she was pretty much back to normal. I woke her up every two hours last night to be safe, and this morning she was at work. A bit sore, but up and about.
Whew, we made the right choice. Mrs. Dude survived.
Thanks for being a great Mommy, Mrs. Dude. You definitely took one for the team.
Now, how about those Daily Pixels?
PS – As I read through this post, Mrs. Dude laughed while watching TV, and she felt her rib pop. It’s now sore when she takes a deep breath. Broken rib? Just wait it out, right?