For a while I had debated whether I preferred the Ergobaby carrier or the stroller in the snow. The stroller definitely gives me more stability on the ice, but we had SO much snow in December that it was sometimes truly impossible to push the stroller across residential streets. But now I say the stroller–definitely the stroller. Because after I went careening through the air and before I whacked my face into the sidewalk, my baby + baby carrier landed under my body.
A dog walker offered to stay with me and wait for a friend to come pick me up. After handing me an alcohol swab to clean up a bit, I said, “Yeah, I have no idea what I look like.” To which he responded, “Oh, you are pretty spectacular.”
There was so much blood.
Granted I was far from a unique case at the hospital that night. After a long chinook, there was a layer of ice under the new skiff of wet wet snow, which made for deadly walking and driving conditions. The picture above is what we looked like while waiting in line at the ER after E finally stopped crying. That’s my blood, not hers, on her face. Don’t worry, Wally; all the blood stains came out.
We both turned out to be fine. I suffered a minor concussion, but E didn’t show any real signs of damage. Her head had more padding on her headthan mine (2 hats and 2 hoods).
But while we’re at it, I thought it might be fun to show off the black eye ghosts of my past.
1. November 13, 2006 | Provo, Utah
While crossing 700 North at 300 East (in a crosswalk), I was hit by a car and knocked to the ground. I still have no idea where that blood came from on my right eye because it was my left side that hit the ground. These are the pictures from the hospital, so they don’t show the bruise yet, but it was just a skiff of purple shadow in the crease of my eyelid. My only other injuries were a sprained ankle and some contusions on my lower leg. And shock set in about 5 hours later which was pretty scary too. But not as scary as my walking companion who got one titanium bone put in each of her legs.
2. October 19, 2009 | Seattle, Washington
I was on my bike, hurrying to get to my Anatomy & Physiology exam on time, came down a hill pretty fast, and a car pulled out in front of me. I pulled hard on my breaks to avoid hitting the car, skidded, swerved and landed on my side. The driver stopped and I asked her if I was bleeding. I was, right where my helmet was cracked. She took me in her house, cleaned me up a bit and gave me a band-aid, then I hurried on to class. I didn’t even look in a mirror until after the test was over. I was covered in mud and I had this pretty little shiner on my face. It’s amazing no one even said anything to me.
3. January 29, 2014 | Calgary, Alberta
This is the first one that gave me a scar. After two weeks, I think it’s actually healing quite well.