SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 2
Our 1st day was beautiful. As always, Grace traveled well, falling asleep during take off and waking to the ding of the landing. She was pure sunshine the entire day.
Then came the bath.
The tub in our room wasn't practical for leaning and scrubbing, so we went with the bathroom sink. It wasn't very practical either. A little too small and deeply curved. Not good for sitting a child in while bathing at all, but I figured we would be quick and the bath would be over in minutes.
Everything depended on the precarious relationship between the friction of a dry baby butt on the porcelain curve of the sink.
It gave way midway through the shampoo. I can still see the moment in slow motion.
The stick failed and Gracie rushed down the side of the sink like a fantastic ride. I think she actually was having fun in that split second before - WHACK- the crack of the back of her scull on the edge of the sink.
I grabbed her and held my breath. 1. 2. 3…..
And then she let out the most blood curdling scream. It only lasted a few minutes though. No actual blood, no lumps, no bruising. Just bad judgment and slight neglect on my part.
Shit happens and babies bounce. Thankfully that was the only bounce of the trip.