BONK!

A couple days ago Andrew was busy exploring our bedroom as I was putting away clothes in our closet. I swear I was keeping an eye him and, as usual, I had placed pillows around the varying "alert zones" in the room. Well, as I was putting away the last of the clothing I noticed that Andrew had crawled over to our dresser and was attempting to climb such an insuperable obstacle. No big deal, I had placed pillows in that area seeing as sharp corners were near. Well, about 3 seconds later I hear a little thump immediately followed by wailing. I knew he had hit his head but I didn't know on whatbecause of the pillows. I thought it was pretty secure. Well as soon as I picked Andrew up I noticed the largest, nastiest looking bump on his head and was shocked by how quickly it was swelling up and protruding from his already large forehead. At the center of his bump was a perfect purple dot, indicating that he had hit something small and somewhat pointy. Then I realized he had hit one of the iron handles on our dresser. It's insane, in order for that to have happened he had to hit it just right and I FELT (and still do) HORRIBLE! Seriously, what kind of a mother am I when I'm that close to him and he still gets such an outrageous injury. Poor little guy, he only cried for a minute and then acted happy again. I think I actually cried more than he did because of guilt and the fact that it looked so bad! He really is such a trooper but he sure looks like he's been to battle!

The culprit :(


The bump