Blood and Baby Spit Congeal Almost Immediately
Chrissy left on Friday for another scrapbooking retreat with a group of friends. I took a personal day from work so that she could leave early in the morning. Aiden and I were looking forward to three days together on another whirlwind “Daddy and Son Weekend”. We’ve done this before, so I wasn’t expecting anything unfortunate to happen, but this time there was a mishap.
Aiden and I were downstairs playing when he fell off of his riding zebra. He falls down about twenty times a day, so I didn’t think anything of it. He usually just gets back up and runs off to another toy. However, this time he started crying and reached out for me to hold him. I picked him up and grabbed a tissue to wipe his nose (Aiden has had a very runny nose lately, and the crying wasn’t helping matters). That’s when I saw that the tissue was covered in blood.
Aiden’s mouth was filled with blood and it was dripping down his chin. I don’t generally panic, so I fall into “crisis mode” in emergencies: assess the situation, devise a plan, and execute the plan. I calmly carried Aiden to the upstairs bathroom and cleaned up his face with a warm washrag. I cleared out his mouth and then checked his teeth and gums for damage. He bit the inside of his lower lip in the fall pretty badly, but all of his little teeth were still there.
He seemed to calm down a bit at this point. He was pretty drained, so I made us some lunch and then put him down for his nap. When he woke up, he was a swollen mess. He looked like he was in a lot of pain, so I gave him a dose of Baby Tylenol. Both of his lips were huge, so I called Chrissy’s mom to come over and take a look at him. She noticed that his top middle tooth was a little loose. She brought him a popsicle and the cold brought the swelling down so that he was once again recognizable. She said that these things happen, it wasn’t my fault, and that this wasn’t the last time that Aiden would get hurt.
Mom took Aiden off to church with her, which gave me time alone to think about all that had happened. I felt terrible, and the guilt was eating at me. He was hurt so bad. My heart was breaking for my little boy. I almost freaked out a little then, which never happens to me, but I had never seen Aiden bleed before. Aiden seemed very happy to see me when he came home. I gave him a bath, the perfect place for a popsicle since it’s a messy snack, dosed him with Baby Tylenol again and then put him down for bed. Now I’m alone again.
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