He started crying as soon as he saw me and I scooped him up immediately and hugged him to me asking, "does anything hurt?" He said yes in between his tears and pointed to his face. I leaned him back and looked and saw blood around his mouth. Not a ton, but a little at the corners of his lips and on his chin. I put him back down on the bed and told him to shut his eyes cause I needed to turn on the light to make sure he was okay. He put his Lambie over his eyes and I checked him out. Teeth were okay, no apparently bleeding; probably on the inside of his mouth but it had stopped at that point, everything looked swollen, but okay. I asked him if he wanted the "boo boo pack" and he didn't. He just wanted a kiss. So I gave him a kiss and sat next to him and rubbed his head until he fell back asleep (which took approximately 3 seconds).
I then went back to bed and couldn't sleep thinking of how he was going to have a swollen face and what if his teachers at his school thought I had hit him...and how I was convinced that they were required to make that call even if they didn't think anything suspicious was going on...I was a mess. Remember it was 3:00am and I was woken out of a sound sleep. Finally I fell asleep and dreamt that his teeth had gone through his lip and I hadn't realized it and then he had all this damage...
Got up and got in the shower as usual but didn't hear him get up like he usually does while I am in the shower, so I spent my entire shower thinking he had a concussion and wasn't going to wake up and OMG I was going to have to call 911 as soon as I got out and I had decided that if he wasn't awake when I got out of the shower I was going to wake him...
Can you even imagine what it's like to live inside my head? It's no picnic...trust me.
He was on my bed when I got out of the shower and first thing he said to me was, "Ouch Mommy." We talked about what had happened and he told me he thought it was a dream. We looked in the mirror and he has a bunch of scrapes on his chin and he has a bright red, fat lip. I said to him, "Honey, you have your first fat lip."
He looked at me and laughed and said, "Fat lip? I have a fat lip?" And I said yes. He laughed and said, "No I don't. I have a tubby tuba lip..." And then went skipping off to show his sister his "tubby tuba lip."
Gotta love that kid.