My last entry probably explains a bit about why I am posting so infrequently. I have been wearing my running shoes to keep up with my Energizer Baby.
This week all his running caught up with us. Here he is sporting his first head injury:
The poor little guy fell directly onto the corner of our bed frame while whipping around the bend. (Of course this is the only corner in the house we don't have one of those Safety 1st pads on. It figures.) As I rushed over to check on him, I got the silent scream, which always is a gauge for the nightmare soon to unload. He was bleeding from a cut in his forehead and there was blood running down his face. A complete Mommy horror movie. After wiping up the blood and calming down my sweet boy, I realized it wasn't bad enough for an ER visit (we have yet to break that seal), and I called the on-call ped.
The cut (and subsequent goose egg) didn't require stitches, just a little skin glue and some special tape. The problem is that the band aid and tape are supposed to stay on for at least 24hrs. Not so great for a toddler who wonders why there is A GIANT RED STICKER is on his head. Needless to say, we had been avoiding mirrors and keeping him busy with tasks to keep him from picking it off. We actually went for a whole 40 minutes without incident until the check out lady at Henry's points to Noah's head and goes, "Oh POOR baby, look at that BIG bandage. What happened?" Thank goodness Henry's has balloons which mommy quickly shoved into his hand.
I had a sneaking suspision that he would peel that baby off as soon as mama wasn't around, and when he woke up from his nap the red band aid and tape were curled tightly in his hand. Proudly he showed his accomplishment to me, "Boo-boo!"
As far as injuries go, it was pretty mild, despite the initial blood fest down the forehead. As we were walking out the doc cheerfully said to me, "Don't worry, this will be the first of many. See you soon!"
Haven't decided how I feel about that statement yet....
13 comments:
Oh Rach!
I guess it was only a matter of time...I mean he ran full speed sideways into Isla's swing last week. (Still brings a smile to my face - the sweet boy!) Isla is clearly trying to keep up with her big boy friend...she rolled over for the first time, although it isn't legitimate, because it was off the side of the wedge. I looked over to see her face down next to the wedge (the short side). No tears for Isla at all - I think she shocked herself, but I was very shaken.
Oh my. Nice battle scar Noah.
I'm sorry...I can totally empathize....I think it hurts mommy worse than baby....It's hard not to freak out when it happens...looks like he's taking it like a trooper though...poor little man...and I don't know how I'd take that statement either....
Ouch! Great photo of your lil' guy. The kids always seem to recover a lot quicker than we do. Take care.
-Kiki
I know how you are feeling! Stink has had his share of spills (and a trip to the ER...) but thankfully, all was okay.
Head wounds always seem to bleed a bit worse too--making the panic and guilt a little more difficult to bear.
Ooooh Noah!!! My sweet sweet boy. Give him lots of kisses for me.
Poor thing! Reminds me of Shiloh's head injury last July 4th. She hit the corner of a cement step. She still has a little scar. Fun times...
oh my gosh, tutu is glad that didn't happen on her watch...sure, i'll probably be breaking in the er during august!! happy he is ok, wait till i tell gramps...give my grandson a big kiss...aloha from hawaii
My poor little Noah Bear..please stop beating my nephew. I know the last couple months have been rough, but I am willing to call child services even on my own sister whom I love and adore :) I give it a couple years before he breaks something, just remember...you have a boy!
you doctor is right you know. there is just something about boys and hitting their heads. I know I have 3 of those little energetic boys running around here.
It's funny how even though you know it's just a matter of time and that accidents happen, it doesn't make them any less scary! :)
ahhh poor guy! the injuries begin! boys.
Do you live in socal?
poor little guy - it is just the age
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