In the 5 seconds between when it happened and when I picked him up it had ballooned to something the size of a 3 quarters stacked on top of one another. I basically ran and put him in the car while I am screaming at Tiger to just get in the car so we can go. It was 4 o'clock and that means "rush hour" traffic around here. It took me 10 minutes of speeding to get to the urgent care. Blanket stopped crying about halfway there and I got scared that he had passed out. I was a little too emotional to have been driving. We got there just fine and I was so relieved to see him happily awake in his car seat when I went to get him out. He totally acted as though nothing was wrong despite the now golf-ball sized bump on his forehead.
He played happily in the waiting room while I freak out filling out the paperwork and forget the date. I'm sure he had a headache, but didn't want anything to do with the ice pack they gave him. That's so his personality. Really, Mom, I'm fine.
Then yesterday, I was carrying him at the park when I sprained my ankle. He got lucky and I dropped him over the concrete curb and into the wood chips. His face is covered in lots of tiny scratches. Again, just fine 5 minutes later.
Some days I wish my Tiger was as calm and collected as his brother. Maybe I should be happy he isn't: it helps me appreciate Blanket's emotional range all the more.