Toddler Fall Kickoff

The toddler is in the basement* with a roll of blue painter's tape, doing God knows what, and I don't care. I blame the anesthesia fog. Benadryl lingers for a long time in my system. There's a reason I only take one Tylenol PM or one Nyquil or half a child's dose of Benadryl. 100 mg of Benadryl? Was a lot for me.

Things are getting busy here. Real busy.Preschool is about to start. The toddler has a seriously overbooked schedule, if you ask me. Not one extra-curricular. Just school and OT/PT. Between those two things, she's got something every day of the week.

I think I'll hold off on dance class etc... until January. Just to give us some time to adjust.

The week breaks down like so:

Monday: Early Intervention OT

Tuesday: Preschool, alternate weeks private OT/Zumba

Wednesday: Preschool, PT on alternate weeks

Thursday: Preschool, Zumba

Friday: Early Intervention Specialist home visit

I'm glad I feel better. There's no way I could have done this schedule last year. I'm a little worried about being up for it even now that I'm off steroids. I still sometimes have a mini crash after busy days.

(If it doesn't look like much to you, keep in mind I'm working, cooking, cleaning, plus driving the toddler to all her various appointments as well as my own. It's not like we have OT on Monday and are done for the day. I wish!)

Anyway, I hope this will be the last year of PT and maybe OT. Of course, today alone she's had three falls. Two with the PT and one down the stairs here at home. Poor bean. The PT thinks her low tone makes her move too fast and she tries to beat gravity and loses. I'm not sure that makes sense, but it's nice to have a theory.

The other day she tripped and the hubby caught her around her upper arm. Then we panicked about whether or not her arm would bruise.

When she was just shy of 2, she fell on the stairs. I caught her as I was right there, keeping an eye on her. She was suspended from my hands for a bit and had finger tip shaped bruises on one forearm as a result.

We are always afraid people will make the wrong assumption about those kinds of bruises.

It doesn't happen often, but when it does, we dither about what she will wear to cover them.

Then we feel weird because all we are doing is catching her when she falls and saving her from a more serious injury.

But it's just so easy for people to assume the worst, you know?


*Finished and child-proofed. It's more about what she's going to do to the basement than what it's going to do to her.