Poor Jessie bumped her little head today. It’s not too bad, I guess, but I’m hauling her into the doctor’s anyway, just because it’s my Jessie and it’s her little head and I’m worried. It’s a big black and blue, with a little bloody spots popping up just above the bruise. She was running and slid, slamming her head into a whiteboard at school. Oddly enough, she was running to get a pen so that her friends could sign her “cast” that we had put on her thumb. Somehow she managed to get not one, not two, but FOUR paper cuts on her thumb on Wednesday, and by last night, they weren’t healing and hurt. So we put a little bacitracin on it, and then a bunch of band aids, and then taped the whole mess up with medical tape so it would heal.
On the upside, the bump did make her forget entirely about her thumb injury.
I feel like Jessie is more prone to injury than the other kids. Out of the three, she’s the only one that’s broken a bone (her wrist) or gotten stitches (twice, both times on her beautiful little face). I think it’s because Sam is just more physically adventurous, and thus, more confident. He’s got a better sense of his body and rarely actually gets hurt. Julie is the same way – mainly because she’s spent most of the past two years chasing after him. She’s tougher than Jessie is, tougher than Sam was at that age, I think. Poor Jessie has to pay the price of being the oldest child of a somewhat awkward, not at all physically graceful girl who really didn’t like running around all that much. Marc tried, but it wasn’t until Sam that he was able to get a kid who really thrived on rough and tumble play. Jess would play fight on the bed with him, but it was nothing compared to the all out brawls that Marc and Sam will have, wrestling and trying to kill each other with pillows.
Anyway – we’re off to the doctor’s in a bit, just to make sure that she’s okay. I’m sure she is, but she’s my girl, my only Jessie, and I want to make sure she’s fine.