You know those jokes about babies being dropped on their heads? Yeah, it happened to us. True story. :(
Yesterday, I decided to be brave and take all the kids (minus Molly) to good old Safeway to do some grocery shopping. Usually I save this delightful task for late at night when Ben can watch the kids, but I was armed with some new freezer recipes and I was anxious to give them a go. So away we went. I sat Ollie in the shopping cart and buckled him in nice and safe forgetting to take into account that he is a skinny ninja. We hit the produce section first and he scooted around to his knees, faced backwards in the cart, and chewed up a choking-size piece of my shopping list within 2 minutes. So out he came and I loaded him onto my hip as I maneuvered the cart one-handed and tried to keep the other kids from “helping” me find delicious things to buy.
We made it through the canned good aisles, but then it was time for the meat and let’s face it, the meat aisle is kind of gross. I always put a plastic bag on my hands and pick up the meat, enclosing it in the bag to keep the germies at bay. Alas, this ingenious plastic bag trick is not possible one-handed, so I carefully buckled Oliver back into the cart and made sure his legs were going through the right holes. Quickly, I grabbed a plastic sack and bent over to find a package of chicken thighs of the right weight… and that’s when I heard it. A most sickening sound of skull hitting cement floor. Thwack!
I turned, expecting to find Addy or Henry on the floor and instead found Oliver. My poor brain couldn’t comprehend how my sweet little baby had ended up on the floor on the side of the cart. Not the front, over the handle bars, but over the side! I scooped him up and immediately felt like I was going to barf. He was a little limp and his cry wasn’t normal, but his eyes didn’t roll back in his head and he stayed conscious. A unhelpful lady pointed out jokingly that I sure had my hands full, but I couldn’t even look at her. The rest of the kids stood staring with their hands on the faces a la Home Alone and I just stood their praying that I hadn’t just mortally wounded my baby.
He eventually calmed down and I checked him out thoroughly. He could move his arms and legs equally, his pupils were not whacky and he wasn’t bleeding anywhere. He did however have a very large (3″ or so) bruising circle on the top back side of his head. I craddled him, William pushed the cart and we immediately left the store. The insensitive checker had me load all the bags into the cart by myself (Hello! I have my arms full with a sobbing baby and three other small children at my feet!) but I was too worried about Ollie to bother complaining.
I called the doctor as soon as we got home and the nurse told me all the things to watch for (vomiting and pretty much anything weird) and then they had me bring him in for a check up with the on-call doctor. I was tense and worried waiting for the 2 hours to go by until his appointment and so was Ben. He came home early to be there in case I had to take Ollie to the hospital. (The nurse had said that any weird behavior warranted a trip straight to the E.R.) Thankfully Ollie checked out fine and the doctor didn’t find any broken ribs and his head wasn’t tender which meant he didn’t have a skull fracture. The doctor did find that Ollie had an ear infection (he was fine at his check-up on Thursday) so we left with a prescription for antibiotics.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to buckle him in the shopping cart again.