We had First Blood on Saturday morning.
I think that he got down from bed in the morning and then tried to climb back up, but toppled backwards onto the corner of the bedside table. That’s my theory, anyway. I just woke up to a loud thud and Owl bursting into tears. PH, who usually spends the last hour or two of the night voluntarily exiled to the couch, came dashing up the stairs.
He seemed fine, at first, until I moved my arm and realized that it was COVERED WITH BLOOD. And there was blood down the back of his pyjamas. AND ALL OVER THE BACK OF HIS HEAD.
It takes a scalp wound a surprising amount of time to stop bleeding.
Owl has given himself some fantastic shiners before, but this is the first real bloody wound he has ever inflicted upon himself.
I was mostly just concerned with staunching the blood and wondering if he needed stitches. PH was concerned about concussion. So there I was, frantically trying to guesstimate the size of the head wound while PH went “can you count to ten, Owl? Count with me. One… two…”
Meanwhile Owl, who had already forgotten all about it (hopefully because he is a baby with a goldfish memory, not because of the head wound) kept trying to play and starting to fuss when we tried to hold him still to examine the HOLE IN HIS HEAD.
Thankfully, it DID stop bleeding… eventually… and doesn’t appear to need any stitches. It’s quite small, actually, only a few millimeters wide, but for the rest of the morning he left little blood splotches on his changing pad, his coat, his shirt, MY ARM…
Also, that same day he successfully counted to 15, so there doesn’t appear to be brain damage.
But I have to take Owl to daycare tomorrow and I’m going to have to show them the head wound. I feel like a terrible parent.
Oh, and he also has The Diaper Rash Of Death.
I’m so tired. Is it the weekend yet?
Ouch – poor all of you. And good luck tackling the Diaper Rash of Death. Is he teething? THat can sometimes do horrible things at the other end.
My father has a story from his childhood of how he went to the seaside on a coach-trip with his mother and managed to fall and give himself a minor scalp-wound. Unfortunately, though, he fell right next to a puddle, and the blood mingled with the puddle, so that his mother ran up to find her little boy apparently lying in a great pool of blood. She died quite young, but not we think as a direct consequence.
That WOULD be terrifying!
Just wait for the first bone fracture…. boys i swear:)
Glad he’s feeling better, they wouldn’t have stitched it any way, just a dab of glue is all they would have done. maybe a stool in his room for climbing back up now? 😉
Ugh, dreading Broken Bone Day. I never broke a bone so I have no personal experience to draw from. Thankfully, PH has broken several AND severed a thumb.
weekend? what weekend?
my mother once snipped my brother’s ear when she was cutting his hair. talk about bleeding!
Oh, guilt city!
Wombat Central (@wombatcentral) said:
Thankfully (er, or not?) I usually cut my hand when trimming the son’s hairs.
Sounds like a wild weekend! Glad Owl recovered so quickly. They’re resilient little buggers, aren’t they?
They sure are. Owl’s Daycare Lady can’t believe how often he hits his head, and thinks it’s a miracle he hasn’t managed to damage his intelligence as far as we can tell.
What’s the deal with the diaper rash? RuRu had one when he was little, and it turned out to be Candida. Jus’ sayin.
We *think* it’s because we started using wet wipes again. We’ve switched back to water and cotton pads, and it seems to be healing, but he still has angry little pustules on his bum. If they aren’t better by the weekend we’ll take him to the pediatrician…
Hmm. Wet wipes really don’t work for the little man, hey?
Karyn @ kloppenmum said:
Oh dear, poor Owl. I have been waiting for a weekend for 11 years…sigh.