This plus that equals…. Ways My Toddler Has Injured Me

Here’s the latest instalment in my series of posts all about what makes our lives here at home tick. This week is all about the many ways in which my toddler has injured me. It’s a lot. Toddlers may be cute, but with all that bouncy energy and the coordination of a drunk hippo on ice they can be lethal.

The Headbutt

I suffer this on at least a weekly basis. He is playing and throwing himself around as usual and plants his head into my jaw/nose/head, take your pick. Man it hurts. The trouble with this particular injury is you cannot cry, however much you may want to, as they will have invariably also hurt themselves and need tending too.

The Boob Crusher

A well placed and sharp elbow is normally the main culprit. Occasionally a foot if I’m being used as a human climbing frame. Maybe even a headbutt as above. But crikey when that kids comes at my poor boobs full force it is a pain no woman should have to experience. At least I never have to explain the bruising I suppose.

The Hair Pull

This can happen as a down right malicious attempt at getting my attention or just when he is kindly brushing my hair, or making it look pretty. Because of the sticky little grabby hands it always painful and he always seems to get clumps of it. Never the grey ones though. Carrying him on my shoulders always means a new bald patch and an interesting new look to boot.

Scooter Shins 

OK, this one isn’t directly him injuring me, but it’s definitely his fault. So we leave the house and he is happy scooting or tricycling. 15 minutes later he is not and  am carrying the offending item. They crash and bang into my shins leaving me with a semi permanent line of bruising across both legs. If only they would tan so easily.

The Sofa Massacre

Not a common injury but certainly the most recent and the main reason I thought of writing this. L has learnt how to operate the  recline feature on our sofa. Pull a leaver and the foot section pops up. Usually your legs are on it, stopping it being too fast or violent. Clearly this is not the case for  a toddler, so when he does it the foot section really springs up.

Sunday I was walking past the sofa when he pulled the lever. Bam! The metal section at the side scraped all the way up my shin leaving me doubled over in pain and actually crying. I think the last time I cried in pain was during childbirth, even then I’m not convinced I did, pretty certain I was just a bit sweary and enjoying the gas and air. Obviously worried about me he grabbed his bottle of drink and demanded I had some as it would make me better. Consuming the toddler backwash filled drink did not make me feel better, not at all.

This list doesn’t even cover the razor sharp nail scratches, being used as a human climbing frame/trampoline bruising or the general injuries received from standing on toys! What’s the worst injury you’ve received from your darling children?

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