We’ve now had our first baseball injury of the season. Ironically, it wasn’t even Turkey who got hurt!

We were outside at the elementary school’s ball field, because Turkey wanted to practice batting. His siblings were recruited as fielders, a job which most of them love. Bunny and Ladybug especially enjoyed chasing the balls in the outfield, (to be truthful, it was really the infield…most of the players on Turkey’s team can’t reach the outfield yet). They even tried throwing a few to him, which didn’t really work out so well…they’re kind of wild pitchers.

Anyway, someone, (I won’t name any names, but her names rhymes with funny),
was so interested in chasing the ball, including the ones she dropped and rolled away from her, that she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. And someone, despite my earlier warnings about just this matter, walked right next to the batter while he was swinging.

I stood there and watched, knowing exactly what was going to happen, yet powerless to do anything, as the bat made contact with her head. Fortunately for her, Turkey doesn’t really swing that hard or fast yet, but it was still a solid contact. She started shrieking immediately, and the quarter sized, purple bump was also immediate. We rushed home, of course, to put ice on it, and to call the doctor (who was thankfully on call), and find out if we needed to head to the E.R.

The doctor wasn’t too concerned, but told us what to be on the lookout for. After hearing that, I think my heart rate finally returned to normal. Bunny enjoyed all of the extra attention she received from her siblings, but she’s not a big fan of the bump on her head.

It was a terrible thing to watch…one of those moments where everything seems to be in slow motion, and you still can’t do anything about it. Hopefully, all of the children have learned a lesson about being careful on the ball field. Sometimes, the only way you learn something is do what you’re not supposed to do, and suffer the consequences. Thankfully, this time, the consequences weren’t as severe as they could have been.

I think we may be the only family in which the fielders need batting helmets more than the batter!