Had a bit of an emergency this morning, but thank the Lord it was only excitement, not injury.
Irish Woman has today off from work, so she decided to take some pictures of Baby Bear. He has learned to pull himself up on things, and she was snapping a few pictures of him holding onto Little Bear's desk chair in our living room.
Baby Bear noticed his teddy bear on the floor next to the chair, let go of the chair and fell backwards.
He landed on his butt, then flopped back further and knocked his head on the edge of the fireplace hearth.
Apparently much crying and screaming commenced.
I got the tearful phone call here at work, and we were off to the emergency room.
I got there to find Baby Bear with a lump and some scratches on the back of his head. But he felt well enough to smile and flirt with the nurse who was looking at him, so I knew he was OK. Irish Woman, on the other hand, took a lot of hugging and talking to calm down.
Baby Bear is fine. Just the first goose egg of many. Irish Woman has calmed down and is going to spend the rest of the day cuddling Baby Bear.
My mother was on a first name basis with the nurses at our local ER when we were growing up, and one of the nurses recognized us from when we were there with Junior Bear last year. Seems that making frequent use of emergency medicine is a family tradition.
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