My 10-month-old daughter’s head hitting the floor was not something I saw. I heard it. The room was pitch black when she slipped off the bed’s edge – which to her might as well have been the edge of the world.
The flat clunk of skin-padded bone against rock was unmistakable in the room’s wee-hour silence. That was a head hitting a floor. A little head. A big, hard floor.
Then the crying started. Read More