In Amy's words, it was just a matter of time before Jada suffered her first boo-boo. I regret to say that it happened on my watch.
I was looking out for Jada in that play hour between wrapping up dinner and winding down for bedtime – always an hour fraught with fussiness and short fuses. I would stand her up next to something she could hold onto, to help her get more comfortable standing up. Then, I sat her down on her butt on the rug, usually a safe position.
But while she was playing with her toy rattle, she teetered over, and unfortunately landed mouth-first on a small metal dumbbell that we have in our living room. She howled as I tried to comfort her. I examined her mouth and found a little blood, and though mouth wounds tend to be gushers, I figured this might be serious, so I took her upstairs to the in-house nurse, Mom Amy.
We took another look inside her mouth and saw a tiny cut on the inside of her upper lip. Amy held her as she calmed down a bit, and then started whimpering a little more. We could both tell it was mostly from being tired and wanting to go to bed. We changed her, fed her a bottle, and before she could get a couple of ounces in her, she was out.
I felt awful. Amy assured me everything was going to be OK, and that in the grand scheme of things, a fat lip is not a bad first injury to have. Well done, Mom Amy, on all fronts. And well done, Baby Jada, for making it through your first injury.