Yes, I said it…Holy Crap!! You’d say it too if you saw my daughter this morning. I was brushing her hair, and when she turned to face me so I could get the front, she was sporting the beginning of a very nice shiner. Big puffy eye. A little bit of dried blood on the edge of her eyebrow. Holy Crap!
Me: “Savannah! What happened to your eye?!!!”

Savannah: “I bumped the coffee table.”

Me: “How did you bump the coffee table?!”

Savannah: “Well, I was jumping on my Sesame Street couch, and slipped and bumped the coffee table.”

Me: “You were jumping on your Sesame Street couch – wait, it’s not ‘springy’, so why were you doing that? Oh, wait a minute…did you happen to have it on the couch when you were jumping on it?”

Savannah: “If I tell you, you’re going to be mad at me.”

Me: “No, I won’t be mad, Sweetie, but I do need to know if you had it on the couch when you were jumping.”

Savannah (with a big sigh): “Yes, I had it on the couch and it slipped off, so I bumped the coffee table.”

Me: “Oh, you poor thing! Does it hurt?”

Savannah: “Only when I close my eye really tight, like this…”

Holy Crap!!

Me: “Was that the big bump I heard last night when I was cleaning the kitchen and you said right afterward ‘I’m OK, I’m OK!’?”

Savannah: “Well, yes…then I didn’t want you to see where the Sesame Street couch was, so I put it on the floor right away.”

Me: “Well that explains why you put it on end to ‘hide’ in it, pretending it was a store. Honey, you don’t have to worry about me getting mad at you when you have an accident – though I am mad that you did exactly what me and Dada told you not to do, but I’m not mad-mad, I just feel bad that you got hurt and you had to hide it from me!”

Savannah: “Well, I said I was OK, and I am OK, Mama!”

Me: “You don’t ‘look’ OK, you look like you got clobbered in a fight…I’m going to have to call the doctor, you know.”

Savannah: “No, no, no – I don’t want to go to the doctor!”

Me: “I know, but you might need to have that looked at, it’s better to be safe than sorry. I’ll call him and see what he says – he might have us go to the Emergency Room to have you checked out instead, but we’ll see.”

That’s when she started to cry. Not because she was hurt, but because she did not, under any circumstances, want to have to go to any doctor or ER. She gets that aversion from her Dada. I called the Pediatrician’s answering service and left a message for her doctor to call me back so I could get his advice. He is a very nice doctor, he called back within about 15 minutes. He asked if her pupils were dilated…no…he asked if she had any blurry vision…no…he asked if she was eating OK…oh yes, no problem there…he asked to talk to her on the phone for a minute…sure!

Savannah (on the phone): “No, it doesn’t hurt, except when I close my eye really tight like this… Well, I was jumping on my Sesame Street couch and bumped the coffee table. Well, I had the Sesame Street couch on the regular couch so I could jump higher. No, I can see just fine, I’m watching Sprout right now. Oh, that would be too cold! No, I don’t like peas. Sure, I do like corn. No, I won’t be jumping on the Sesame Street couch again. OK, here’s Mama.”

The doctor was laughing when I got on the phone with him. Apparently, he suggested she put a an ice pack on her eye, but she said it would be too cold. Then he suggested a package of frozen peas, but she doesn’t like peas, so he suggested a package of frozen corn instead. Since her pupils weren’t dilated and she seemed to be perfectly ‘normal’, he suggested we put an ice pack to bring down the swelling. He said since her bump happened last night and she slept just fine and is eating just fine and acting like her usual self this morning, that we shouldn’t have anything to worry about. She’ll just sport a nice shiny black eye as the swelling comes down and the blood moves around, but she’ll be just fine. And he told me to tell her that it’s ‘doctor’s orders’ that she doesn’t put her Sesame Street couch on the couch and jump on it. Not to worry about that – that’s Mama and Dada’s ‘orders’, too…and the Sesame Street couch is now banned from the living room!

I took that picture about an hour after she started with the frozen corn – the swelling is getting better, and now the blood is doing what the doctor said it would – ‘moving around’ – as it’s now showing up on the outside corner of her eye. Poor thing! It’s certainly not slowing her down any, though, her hands got too cold holding onto the bag of corn, so she put her new gloves on for a while, and now the swelling is way down and she’s running around like crazy…just like normal. Whew! I guess the benefit of living in ‘Small Town America’ is having a wonderful Pediatrician that returns calls…I would not relish the idea of having to sit in the waiting room of an ER for hours because of her injury being so obviously non ‘life-threatening’. At least I am confident that my daughter learns from her mistakes – now she’ll understand why Dada and I are insistent that she not jump on the couch at all – especially piling something else on top to ‘jump higher’. Guess she thought ‘couch jumping’ was OK after Tom Cruise did it on Oprah…just kidding…I know, I’m bad! >;o)`


  1. Oh I’m so glad she’s OK that lookssslike so much pain πŸ™ sI’m so scared about any accidents around eyes Ugh… πŸ™ sHope she feels better and that she won’t have to go trough it again πŸ™‚ sBug Hugs!!!

  2. Thanks, Lindsay!s I visit your blog often, too and love it!s I am honored you chose me for your Blog of the Month Award!s You made my day!s Hope you had a wonderful Christmas, too! πŸ˜€

  3. It does look painful, doesn’t it?s I told her it makes my eyes hurt looking at her – she thought that was funny!s I’m always scared about accidents around eyes, too – she is very lucky!!s It’ll be the second time she’ll have been sporting a black eye in 6 years – when she was 2 and had just learned to walk, she fell down the stairs – it was like a stunt person ‘rolling’ down the stairs.s Of course as it was happening, I was screeching “OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod!” and after the crying subsided (about 15 minutes) and the appropriate phone calls were made to determine she was OK and didn’t have a concussion – just a huge knot at the top of her forehead, she went right back up on the steps…little miss fearless… and scooted down them, one step at at time, on her butt.s At each step as she was coming down, she said, in her tiny voice “Oh my god!” and was grinning from ear to ear…little stinker!

  4. Oh good – it’s nice to know I’m not alone! πŸ˜‰ s
    I’m sure I probably did stuff like that when I was a kid, I do remember my brother and I climbing our pine trees in the back yard and trying to knock each other out of our respective trees – with pine cones…heh, heh!s I’m sure we took many years of my mom and dad’s lifespan with some of our antics, we were always up to something! πŸ˜‰

  5. LOL πŸ˜€
    I remember when I was 5, I was jumping on the couch even though my grandma told me not to.
    Then, I lost my balance and I slipped. My nose landed on the coffee table. The doctor said I nearly broke my nose.
    My mum was so furious, she kept raising her voice but I knew she was worried about me.
    It’s a good post. Thanks for reminding how silly I was when I was little πŸ˜‰

  6. LOL!s Yes, you really can’t fault kids for being kids!s We’ve all done silly things like that, so I really can’t be mad at her for disobeying us, I mean I know that I did the same kinds of things when I was a kid!s And it could have been worse – so I’m thankful she’s OK and learned a lesson! πŸ˜‰

  7. Oh, great!! I was already not looking forward to the teenage years, now I have to worry that she’ll only get worse on her ‘self-destructive’ mode…thanks! πŸ˜€

  8. Thanks, Keely! I totally agree! It’s just a black eye, no ER necessary, no Protection Agency needs to be called, no panic button needs to be pressed…it happens to kids all over the world! πŸ˜‰

  9. lol, well, if it were MY kid I’d be freaking out, but if I were the kid (and
    some days I’m not that far off), I’d be all, “C’mon, Mom, quit making such a
    big deal!”.
    I love her logic over the bag of frozen peas. So. Cute.

  10. Ouch….yeah our kids are clutzes too!

    My boy is usually sporting black and blue marks on his head, he can’t stay upright for anything.

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  11. LOL! Yeah, I can totally relate…I’m freaking out, and she’s like ‘I’m OK, Mama!’ very insistently…heh, heh! I loved her logic over the bag of frozen peas, too…guess she doesn’t even want to associate with peas since she doesn’t like ’em! πŸ˜‰

  12. Whew! It’s really good to know that I’m not alone… πŸ˜€ On the one hand I’m glad that my daughter being a clutz doesn’t resort to crying over every scratch and boo-boo (well, except when she’s in Drama Queen mode…) but on the other hand, I wasn’t glad that she decided not to tell me she had gotten hurt like she did…because she didn’t want to get busted for jumping on the couch… Hopefully next time she’ll meet me somewhere in the middle! πŸ˜‰

  13. Don’t even mention the pine trees. I was looking out my front window
    last summer and spotted my two youngest girls (12 and 8 then) up the
    pine tree in the front yard about twice the height of the phone pole.
    I’m not kidding. I ran out to yell at them to get down and found my
    oldest daughter (21 then) standing out there on the front deck taking
    pictures of them. So now I have photographic evidence that I let my
    daughters perform suicidal stunts. So much for the older one being a
    stabilizing influence.
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  14. Oh, HAHAHAHA! Climbing pine trees was so much fun! Well, for my brother and me, that is – not so much fun for my mom and dad who had to worry about us falling out of ’em. If you couldn’t find me, usually I was high up in the tree reading a book! πŸ˜‰ I love that you have ‘photographic evidence’ of your daughters ‘suicidal stunts’! (evil grin!!)

  15. LOL! At least I can rest assured that I’m not alone…that my kid is like other kids! πŸ˜‰ Thanks for that, I appreciate it, Toni! πŸ™‚

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