accident with injury

Sooner or later it was bound to happen.  We'd safely navigated playgrounds, crawling, walking and co-existing with two beastly dogs-- until now.

I was on the phone earlier, chatting it up with a dear friend, when Reese streaked down the hallway-- glancing back at me for a slight second-- before turning and running straight into one of our hallway doors.  
"SPLAT" "BAM" .... AND then dead silence as he sucked in air for the first of his many wails.

My sweet baby hit his head.  Hard.  

It's a nasty boo-boo.  The camera phone picture definitely doesn't do it justice.

Reese cried, I cried, Lofton ran to get ice.

We are officially traumatized.