I usually try to write here about the most salient aspect of my day. Sometimes that’s an event of national or cosmic significance. More often it’s personal.
But when my daughter fell off the bed yesterday morning while I was (not) watching her, I found I was too ashamed and embarrassed to write about that, despite its unquestionable salience.
She was chewing on a kiddie book at the time, and she basically fell on top of the book, bruising her cute little nose.
So much easier to write about politics instead.
The bruise wasn’t pretty. It seemed to have reached full flower last night. But she seemed to be OK. The bruise would be a reminder to me to be more responsible, more vigilant.
I mean, I was right there when it happened, but I wasn’t paying attention, because I was preoccupied with something stupid like adjusting the morning playlist in iTunes.
When I took her to daycare this morning, strapped to my chest as usual, a woman stopped me on the street to comment on how cute she is. She mentioned, as so many people do, how “she looks exactly like you.” She didn’t even seem to notice the bruise.
Just after lunch, the daycare called to let me know she had a fever. I dropped everything, and ran her to the doctor’s office.
Of course, the whole way there I’m indulging in paranoid fantasies that her bruised nose has led to an infection that will lead to who knows what.
But the doctor dismissed those fears. She asked a few questions about the fall and the bruise but otherwise didn’t think it was a big deal.
Diagnosis: moderate ear infection. Possibly related to a case of RSV, which she may or may not have. Another kid at the daycare was just diagnosed with RSV. And Persephone has had a lingering cough ever since she got that cold six weeks ago.
She’s taking an antibiotic which should clear up the infection in short order.
Unless, of course, it’s viral.