First Heart Attack

Yes, you read that correctly. Leah gave me my first heart attack. On her birthday. I thought Scott and I were supposed to shower her with gifts, not the other way around.

Wiggle worm (an important detail to this saga) hasn't been sitting still lately when it comes to drinking her bottle. She'll sit back and drink a bit, then squirm in my arms, trying to get free. Well, today she was successful.

We're sitting in the Poang chair in the family room, and Leah managed to (all in one movement) take out her bottle, turn onto her belly, and then dive headfirst onto the hardwood floor. I couldn't do anything. Anything. One moment she was sitting in my lap, and then next she was screaming on the floor. Oh my. Just reliving it makes me cringe.

So I scooped her up and started looking her over, fearful that she might have a concussion (yes, she is my first). Immediately I noticed the bruise on the right side of her forehead. Poor baby. As I carried her over to the freezer to get an ice pack, I also happened to notice some blood on her lip. Great. Now it's probably even more serious than I thought. Somehow I get a good look inside, and discover that her top gum is bleeding just a bit; more than likely, her bottom teeth scratched her top gum when she fell. So, I give her a cold washcloth to suck on, and that stops the bleeding.

I felt awful. Absolutely horrible. Thankfully, Leah recovered after a few (understandably so) minutes of crying. We cuddled on the couch while she calmed down and recuperated, and then she finished her bottle. She seems to be okay; we walked around the house a bit, played with the exersaucer, and then read stories before she went down for a nap. And I noticed that her eyes dilated and contracted normally, so I'm deducing that she'll recover. As for me, who knows. I guess this is just the first of MANY heart attacks that I'll have to expect over the years.