It’s been five weeks since my darling monster son has turned one and in that amount of time he has split his head open twice and bruised up his cheek pretty badly. The first time he split his head open was the day we went to the pumpkin patch with our aunt. (His great aunt) While on our trip to Target to get supplies to decorate our pumpkins we were walking the through the craft section looking for glow in the dark paint and my son was very upset about having to sit in the shopping cart. Not thinking anything about it I took him out and set him the back of the cart to give him more room to move around. BIG MISTAKE! He hadn’t even been in there for three minutes when my aunt gets my attention, to look at something. For the life of me I can’t remember what exactly it was but before I knew what was happening, I hear the shopping cart rattle. I look over to see my son leaning over the side reaching for something on the shelf closest to him. Luckily I was standing right next to him and just as his little feet lifted off the bottom of the shopping cart my hand went out and snached up the collor of his shirt. I successfully grabbed him in time to prevent him from tipping the cart and falling to the floor but sadly he didn’t leave the event unharmed. Unknowingly to me as I was grabbing him, his head scrapped the metal rack of a lower shelf. I held my screaming child in my arms trying to calm him from the traumatic event, when my aunt noticed blood on the left side of his head. Being a mother, of course I felt guilty for being careless and not thinking of all the possibilities that could conspire from my placing him in the back of the shopping cart. Needless to say I will only make that mistake once.
We left and took my little boy who was by then not even phased by the event but definitely enjoying all the attention, to the emergency room. He ended up getting liquid stitches and the doctor filled me in on the healing process as my happy go lucky child flirted with the nurse. Thankfully the doctor said it probably wouldn’t scar, seeing as it was right in his hair line I’m hoping it doesn’t.
Here are a few pictures of us at the hospital and the cut on his head.
Not even a week and a half later, still with liquid stitches in his head my son decides this is when he want to start trying to walk. He was doing great there for a while. Walking back and forth to his father and I. Walking short distances between furniture and taking off all wobbly with his walker, just having a dandy old time! Then it happened he was walking from the couch to the bookshelf and his pants just so happened to be a little long that day, he tripped and even though I was watching him from the other side of the couch I couldn’t get there quite fast enough because sure enough he tripped of those long pants legs and went left cheek first into the wooden bookshelf. Screaming as I picked him up from his painful fall I noticed right away the bruise starting to show on his puffy tear shocked cheek.
This was taken the next day. If you look on his cheek there is just a dark line from where he hit the bookshelf.
Boys I tell yeah when they go they go hard! My son seems so fearless when it comes to falling over, on and off things. Just gets right back up to do it all over again five minutes later! But the again boys will be boys. 😉
This Monday last at the end of the day during bath time he fell again. Directly after I had just snapped a few cute photos of him enjoying his bubble bath it happened; I turned for just a second (even shorter than the amount of time I’d looked away at Target) to set my phone down on the plastic bathroom table next to the tub when I hear a splash! I turn to see him pushing himself up from the water, snatching him up and setting him down in the water I see blood coming from above his eye and sure enough he’d cut his head again. Not sure how exactly this time because I couldn’t find anything sharp while draining the water from the tub. My best guesses are he either cut it on his long finger nails while in a panic from the fall or on the metal stopper in the tub as he went under water.
Boys I tell yea! This is what I have to look forward to for the next seventeen to twenty years. Boys, Boys, Boys! Hahaha for now I’m clipping his nails and finding a cover for that stopper!
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