With her arm fresh out of plaster for a whole three days...it was time to go to the hospital AGAIN! We had been on holidays for 3 days ( she had the plaster off the day we flew out) and was playing with her cousin - I was still in bed and thought she was riding the little trike and drited back  to sleep - it was after all 5.15 in the morning- however her cousin decided to start  zooming her around the verandah on it at warp speed and when there was a reverbrating thunk, I raced outside in time to catch the first scream. MMMHHHMM her head had connected with the concrete at 5.45a.m. I whacked a pack of frozen vegies on the rapidly swelling lump and cuddled her. After 20 minutes when she had stopped sobbing, I felt her head. There was a fine saudage sized lump, but my stomach bottomed out when I felt a largish hollow spot. A dent for lack of other description. Into the car and off to the hospital ( as we were on holiday, it was only an hours drive away!) As soon as I got there and explained what happened, they felt her head and we were whisked in straight away they apparently thought the same as I...a depressed fracture, however, after a CT scan, all was pronounced OK...just a bit of concussion.THe lump finally went away as did the mystery dent! I have this sneaking suspicion that I will get to know a number of hospitals quite well in the next few years!