When I came home from work yesterday evening and asked our Nanny how things went at home for the day like I always do, she told me that there had been accident.

Perplexed and confused, I asked her what she meant by “an accident”  as I thought that the kids had seem normal –  I saw that they were being their usual noisy, bouncing-off-the-walls rambunctious selves. She then told me that Spud had a rather nasty fall when she left her in the living room as she had to put Squirt down for his nap and did not see what happened. Spud then walked towards me, smiling, flipped her hair from her face and showed me this:

 

My heart skipped several beats this time, and was on a full-on palpitation  especially since I was being reminded of the very nasty crash she had at the pool just a couple of days ago! When I asked Spud what happened, she told me as a matter-of-factly:

Spud: I fell!

Me: How did you fall?????

Spud: I jumped in the balls there, and then I jumped again very, very high. And then I fell, and  I hit myself on the box.

Me (sighing): Did you hurt your head?

Spud: No, I didn’t. Just here. (and pointed to the bruise near her eye)

Me: Did you cry?

Spud: Yes, I cried very hard. 

I sighed a big sigh as I examined yet another nasty-looking bruise on her face. Looking at the bruises she earned herself in a span of just a few days made me feel uneasy. I felt really horrible and uncomfortable looking at them, yet I know that it was all her doing of being a boisterous and high-spirited  little imp and that  there was nothing I could have done to prevent it. All I could do was to tell her again for the umpteenth time that she needs to be really careful and that I have my reasons for telling her  not to jump around or bouncing off the walls like a maniac because I do not want her to hurt herself. Unfortunately for her, like me, she bruises like a peach.

All I got as a response was, “Yes, Mama.” And then there she went bouncing off the walls again and chased her little brother around the house, as if nothing had happened. In a way, I felt relieved, as once again, she is showing good signs that she is OK. It doesn’t mean I have relaxed though! In fact, I have been watching her like a hawk these few days just to look for the slightest sign that would appear not-so-normal.

I have read that kids can be very resilient when it comes to falls, which means that I need to brace myself up for more falls to come. As a mother, I just hope they will not get any worse or more serious than this. To think that we have our house all child-proofed and that the birthday gift which we gave Squirt for his 2nd birthday is nothing but a safe toy that would cushion any fall. Obviously, we were quite wrong!

 

It suddenly dawned on me that not only does she  look like she has been abused with both sides of her face all bruised up now, but I am also convinced that we seem to actually have TWO boys instead of just one.

Story of my life.