Izzy is in that stage. The one where they constantly fall, scare you half to death, and look like you beat them on a regular basis. Why is it that babies have to learn to walk again?
The other day Izzy fell into a table in the living room. I was sitting right next to him, talking to him, and even looking at him but there was no way I could get to him. It was fast. The crying was instantaneous and horrible. I felt so bad for him! See how awful it looked? Poor Izzy!
We applied ice (well, a cold teether), doled out some Tylenol, and liberally applied hugs and kisses. He calmed down quickly but it hurt to look at him for the whole day. He actually had what looked like a goose egg on his eyelid. I didn't even know that was possible.
Once the swelling started to go down you could really see where he hit the table. The bruising is along the fold of his eyelid, so unless his eyes are a little closed you can't even see it. It's lined up almost perfectly with the edge of the bone around his eye. If he had hit a little lower, it might have been a little more serious. He smacked into that table really hard.
This last picture was taken three days after the accident. The bruising around the edge of his eye was in that lovely yellow-green stage. His eyelid was (and is, nine days later!) still purple but it's hard to get a picture of it because it is right in that crease.
I gotta say, he's a tough little guy. I have to admire his ability to take these hits and just keep getting up and going again. I hope he keeps that with him as he gets older.