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:
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!
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