By now you've all heard the tragic news about Natasha Richardson. After taking a fall while skiing in Mont Tremblant, she passed away from a traumatic head injury. The scary part of this story is that she was fine after the accident. Talking, laughing, refusing medical help. Only an hour later, she started complaining about head pain.
Reading this article on CNN.com makes me even more worried, since as a mother to two young children, I have seen them fall and hit their heads quite a few times. I suffer from Hypochondria - capital H. So last night, when my 1 year old banged his head on the side of our door frame, I was, needless to say worried. Oh, did he ever cry! But after a minute, he was fine. Still, I worried...
At 6 months old, he fell off my mom's couch and we rushed him to the emergency room, to make sure everything was okay. Again, he was fine.
But still... kids take spills and kids will get hurt, no matter how watchful and careful you are. So really, the article above has made me feel a whole lot worse, and my worry has grown. Like I don't have enough to worry about!
I think that helmets should be mandatory on ski hills. I used to ski when I was younger, but have no real desire for it anymore. My oldest son, who is 3 and a half, has not gone skiing yet, and I also don't have any desire to get him on the slopes any time soon. I'd be way too worried of him falling! Of course, I can't live my life like this, and I can't prevent him from doing activites that are normal, right? So I guess I have to remember that stories like that are not common. But still... I worry.