On Thursday night, while Jeff was at football practice with E, I was home with Langston, H, and her friend. H and her friend were playing in her room and were perfectly content. It was time for Langston’s bath and he loves bath time!
During his bath, I reached around the corner to grab a Kleenex. I turned my head for maybe one second. It was hardly any time at all, but apparently it was enough time. When I turned back, I saw him fall. He was trying to stand up and fell over. When he fell, he hit his face on the side of the tub. I knew it had to hurt and I expected the crying to be loud. I was right. He screamed and screamed! I scooped him up, soaking wet and naked, and put him on my shoulder to comfort him.
I hate when he falls!
When I pulled him off of my shoulder, I saw a dreaded sight! Blood was in his mouth and I could see it around his teeth. At that point, I freaked out. I had no idea how bad it was, but I knew I was the only adult home, so I ran as fast as I could to my neighbor’s house (grabbing a diaper on the way out, of course. )
Our neighbors just sent their youngest daughter off to college so they are empty nesters. Fortunately, they LOVE Langston and were more than happy to help me out. We got him in to their house and checked things out. The blood was actually coming from his lip and not his teeth. He had split his lip a little, but nothing bad enough to need medical attention. I think I was freaked out more than he was and he had stopped crying by the time we got outside of the house. The sight of blood on my little boy was just too much!
I hate when he falls and I hate seeing his blood!
On Sunday, we spent most of the day outside because it was BEE-U-TIFUL!!! At one point, I was planting some new plants, H was sitting in a chair eating a snack in the shade, Langston was playing with balls in the grass, and E was playing football with our neighbor. E and our neighbor decided they wanted to go inside for a drink. When Langston saw where they were headed, he followed. He got right behind them as they were walking in. Since E didn’t know Langston was behind him, he let the screen door on the front of the house shut. Langston was at the wrong place at the wrong time. He got caught between the door and the door frame just as the screen door was shutting. The screen door hit him in the back and it forced his head into the corner of the door frame…HARD!
It. was. AWFUL!
I scooped him up to try and comfort him. E immediately felt horrible and yelled out, “I’m soooooo sorry!!!” I knew he really did feel bad.
I took Langston around the side of the house to try and get him calmed down since he was screaming. When we got to the back of the house, I pulled him off of my shoulder and saw something horrible!! It was a goose egg the width of a quarter, raised a quarter inch off of his head, and was a nasty color of purple! About that time, Jeff came outside because E had told him what happened. As soon as Jeff saw it, he flinched from the sight of it. He grabbed him out of my hands to hold him and then went inside to put ice on his head. He’s a good daddy. :) I took this picture a few hours later when we went to Wal-Mart. He was not a happy camper.
I thought this bruise was bad, but seeing a knot come up on my baby’s forehead tops it.
I hate it when he falls, hate when I see his blood, and I REALLY hate seeing a knot on his forehead!
Fortunately, his hair is still long and covers this unsightly bruise. :)