My eldest son, as an infant around 9 months, wanted to walk. He would pull himself up on a chair or table and then turn around and throw his head forward for momentum and try to make it to another object or piece of furniture. He made it most of the time but also banged his head sometimes when I could not catch him. I could not let him out of arms length for a few months and still he’d bruise himself. It was a nightmare, but thankfully no one accused us of hurting him. He did it at the doctor’s office, too. Finally, his legs were strong enough to walk. I was so relieved!
I remember one time our family was traveling and both my three year old daughter and I had black eyes and I was afraid people would think my husband was abusing us - she’d clonked herself on a swing in the back yard, and I had morning sickness so bad the blood vessels around my eyes were broken.