Wednesday, March 20th 2019
Today the Hospital Clown becomes hospital mom. My Baby got forcefully shoved onto the pavement at school today and is now home with a concussion.
Good news is the CT scan didn’t show any hemorrhage, brain damage or skull fractures.
She’s been cleared to start napping -and taking it easy for hours, days or weeks- tho I don’t like it at all except for the snuggling and everything else about ClaraJane.
The school -in which I have every confidence- is already on the job of looking into “the incident.” We have the understanding that it was a careless playground accident. Of course that does not stop a mother from asking “W.T.F.” Or stop her from finding exactly out Who. Did. This.
Because you know I will.
The amazing thing is that because her Daddy is the Chef there, *he* is the one who noticed she didn’t seem herself at lunchtime, and brought her into the kitchen for a closer look. *He* brought her to the school nurse who recommended getting screened for concussion. (She’d apparently only complained about her hand, and initially seemed fine. The bruises didn’t show up right away either.). Then he took her to the doctor, who sent them to the hospital. (I left my work too and Ubered right over.) Of all the benefits of him working there, I am more thankful for it on this of all days.
At any rate, now is where we start paying particularly close attention to the miraculous healing powers of the human body.