Knobwaffle rant incoming. It was an accident, but a couple of days ago I got in from a walk with baby T so he was in a big padded snowsuit and Mr T took him and sat him down on the hardest floor in the house which wasn’t the smartest idea, baby obviously couldn’t hold himself up because of the snow suit so he fell forward and face planted the floor. He screamed for a couple of minutes but then was fine, he had a little mark but it faded and was his usual self yesterday. This morning the area on his face where he hit the floor is red and swollen, and he’s been crying more than normal (but he’s also getting a top tooth through
![Upside-down face :upside_down: 🙃](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f643.png)
) so I took him into the bedroom to show Mr T and was like we are going to have to get him checked out, and he was just like yeah ok but then stayed in bed. I made baby T some breakfast and asked Mr T to call the doctors whilst I was feeding him, but he just made a coffee and went and sat on the sofa and started watching TV. I just said “ok so I’ll just ring them then” and I’ve come upstairs and now on hold to the doctors and the queue is huge because everyone’s ill. The non sense of urgency has really fucked me off, and yet again I’m left to do everything.