Oh dear.

I did not sleep well last night because I was worrying about Poppy. Yesterday we did not go into the garden early as I could not cope with another day of following her around, my back was not up to it. I changed her nappy about 2pm and she followed me when I went to put it into the dustbin and then ofcourse she did not want to go back inside. I had been waiting for Grandad to arrive home before going out, but I thought to myself he would be home in half an hour so hopefully I could manage until then. She had been out for a walk in the morning with Jill to feed the ducks and the pushchair was still on the patio so ofcourse Poppy made a bee line for it, climbed into it and sat down, she sat in it for ten minutes or so then slid down, stood infront of it and started to climb up to sit in the seat again but before I could steady her she somehow slipped and somersaulted over the side of the pushchair coming down face first on the patio. Boy did she cry, and no wonder, I heard the bump, and I was so worried I just picked her up straight away and applied a cold flannel to the side of her face to bring out the bruise. She cried for about half an hour, partly because of the bump to her head and partly I think because she did not want the wet cold flannel on! All I could think of was "don`t let her go to sleep". My mom always used to say if they bump their head don`t let them sleep so you can make sure they are okay. Ofcourse she was trying to go to sleep so I was getting more and more anxious and kept waking her up, which ofcourse made her worse! The trouble was she was due a sleep anyway having only had about an hour in the morning and she woke about 11am so it was not surprising she was trying to go to sleep. Poor little thing must have thought I was so cruel. Eventually, with the help of Mickey Mouse clubhouse on tv she cheered up and started to talk about her favourite programme then she slid off my lap as though nothing had happened! I was awake half the night as I kept thinking of Poppys fall and I had to text Em at 6.45am to ask if she was okay, just to put my mind at rest. Grandmas worry just as much as Moms!