I know this stuff comes along as part of the motherhood package deal, but I really think that my kids are trying to see how far they push me before I snap. Today was a pretty close call. I have a severe aversion to blood and vomit and one of my greatest fears is hearing someone scream like crazy and I go in and find one of the those two disgusting things all over the place. I've waited for Luke to do this to me since he was born, and until today, it hadn't happened yet.
Actually, it was kind of crazy how the whole thing went down. Luke didn't even make a sound so when I went to get him from his nap, I had no idea what was waiting for me. I walk in and a good quarter of Luke's face is covered in blood and his bumper has a spot the circumference of a drinking cup on it. Hello! No crying and you can hardly see through the blood? No fussing? No causing a scene and/or throwing a fit much like I would? No, my crazy kid smiles up at me as I run to get a paper towel to wipe his face with so I can determine where all the blood is coming from.
The bumper in question. No-I did not get a picture of the blood on his face; you'll have to use your imagination (or try to erase it from your imagination like I'm doing).
I called the pediatrician's office and they wanted to see us right away. I think it was mostly because when the nurse asked if it was a deep wound, I told her I barely managed to clean it up without losing it already. I was NOT looking to see if it gaped open thankyouverymuch. After cleaning the cut, they determined it had to be glued shut because it was a pretty deep slice. So, we strapped Luke up in a papoose (literally the name for the thing), I held gauze over his eye pirate-style to prevent glue for sealing his eye shut too, and the doctor smeared purple super glue over his eye brow to close up shop.
Things are back to normal around here now and Luke is glad to be away from the doctor. Too bad we have his well-baby visit on Monday for more vaccinations. Poor guy...