Worried Mummy

Went downstairs to have my breakfast this morning while Eddie got ready, only to hear the most almighty thump from above. Raced upstairs already knowing what had happened, but not wanting to believe it - Will had fallen off the bed. He's done it before on my watch and it's the absolute worst. The shrieks of pain and fear alone are enough to make your heart stop and the poor little mite ended up puking half his milk.

Eddie tried to cuddle him and ended up covering him in shaving foam which escalated the shrieks further. In the end we managed to calm him down and, neurotic Mother that I am, I ended up poring over Penelope Leach yet again to check for symptoms of concussion/fractured skull/internal bleeding etc...

Fortunately I left Will woofing down his porridge, so have to assume that order has been restored. I could hardly bear to tear myself away but as Eddie quite rightly pointed out I was only upsetting Will by being so clingy. He is going to have the most enormous lump on his head later on today, it was just turning an angry shade of purple when I finally went to work.

We are terrible parents!

Waiting for 8am now to see if I can get an appointment with Dr Endersby later today and sneak off. Think it would be easier than going on Friday with Will in tow.

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