Wednesday, December 14, 2011
So you had a bad day
My sweet little man. He had such a rough one today and it started at 1 a.m. He wasn't feeling well last night and we were woken up with Carter "making a mess" as he used to call it. He has grown-up so much that this time he looked at me as daddy cleaned him up and said "Mommy, I puked in my bed on the left" (as if I would think he did it in the other bed in his room). He slept in our room the rest of the night after getting everything cleaned up.
**** This next part if a bit graphic****
This morning he was acting fine so, he came along with me to an appointment where they have day care. It was 10 minutes. Tops. I heard him crying and when I got to him his mouth was full of blood. The girl who was watching him was apologizing repeatedly and said something about him falling off a stool and biting his tongue. Long story short, he seriously took a chunk out of the middle of his tongue. I was about to run him to the E.R. but my sister informed me that they can't do anything all to help. Just give him ice. We did that and some water and he seemed OK within about 15 minutes.
The rest of the day was touch and go. One minute he would be completely fine and running around with Coen. The next, he would milk his tongue injury or get feverish on me. I have him sleeping on our bedroom floor tonight so that I can keep an eye on him. He thinks it is the greatest thing ever to sleep on our floor with blankets! At bedtime, he was clueless that he is sick.
I always say that there is no way I could be a nurse like my sister. I don't do well with blood and bodily stuff... Odd, I'm not a nurse, but as a mom, I ended up on-call 24/7 for all of it. Thank goodness God gives moms special "do-what-it-takes-for-your-kids-without-thinking-about-it" powers and he gave me a super hero dad who helps!