Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Where Does He Come Up With This Stuff?

I was sound asleep and heard a big *THUD* and sat straight up. Didn't even pause before running into The Boy's room. I had heard correctly; he had fallen out of his bed. It has only happened once before and the other time he had been sorta tangled in his blankets so he didn't hit as hard. His bed isn't totally high off the ground, but it isn't a toddler bed either. It is a normal twin bed with a chest of drawers underneath. Plus, he has a nightstand right next to it, and I think he smacked the nightstand on his way down.

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.

1 comment:

Laraf123 said...

I'm glad he is ok! My imagination runs wild too when I'm sleep deprived--so many things to worry about. Thank goodness little ones are so resilent!