Abby has this thing lately: throwing blankets over her head. We don't get it, but hey, she's a mystery. We also live in a teeny, tiny apartment. So, she basically get's free reign of the whole space. I mean, hard to limit her to two square feet.
Anyway, apparently she was jumping on our bed (with a blanket on her head). And fell off. This isn't the first time this has happened (side note: keep the bad mothering comments to a minimum), the girl is a wild two year old. Of course I rushed to her, scooped her up and tried to console her. A few seconds later the crying completley stopped, eyes rolled back, and what looked like a seizure was happening. Traumatized, I freaked, really freaked. Naturally. And rushed her to the hospital (she came to within a few seconds, and was back to normal behavior within a minute max, and returned to normal behavior - sans a little lethargy). After being checked out, she bounced back seemingly well, no vomitting, or abnormal behavior, ate a Popsicle, played with the complimentary teddy bear (complimentary: very, very expensive), and jabbered to all the doctors and nurses.
The neurological exam checked out fine, with a slight concussion, that apparently can cause seizure like activity in kids. But, man. We were ruined. I insisted she sleep right next to me that night, while I checked her breathing every few minutes. Because, I overreact and I'm ultra emotional these days.
And since, she's been doing headstands, we attempt to limit the blanket-on-the-head activity, and everyday she asks to go back to the doctor for a check-up, a Popsicle, and to wear the Anna dress (the hopsital gown).