My child's injuries, the week in review

Tuesday, 11:53 a.m. --Theo got his first bee sting while at daycare.  No one in our family is allergic and neither was he thank goodness.  He cried for all of two minutes and then was fine.  Daycare lady was shocked as her ten year old, when last stung, sobbed for thirty minutes straight so Theo getting over it so quickly actually threw her off and she worried about him even MORE.  He got stung on his thumb-sucking thumb (of course!) which left me in a dry-mouthed panic but yet again, he rolled with it and managed just fine.  When I picked him up he said, "Look mom, bee sting me right dere. He wanted honey from me."  And that is when my heart swelled and almost burst out of my chest because OF COURSE THE BEE WANTED HONEY FROM HIM.  Who WOULDN'T?

Saturday, 10:00 a.m.--I was in the kitchen packing some road trip food as we were about to leave for a weekend trip to Wisconsin to visit Bryan's dad.  Theo was in the living room messing with his drum set.  Suddenly I heard him burst into tears and he came running into the kitchen.  "KITTY CAT BIT MEEEEEEEE!"  Full disclosure: our cat is the most patient cat ever and normally if he pushes her buttons too much she'll 'bite' him but never break skin.  It's a non-invasive warning that does the trick, which is what I thought had happened.  "Where did she bite you?"  "OVER DERE BY HER BED!"  Um.  "I mean on your body honey.  Where did she bite you?"  "ON MY HAAAAAAAAND!"  I looked at his hand and sure enough, she left a few marks.  More scratches from her teeth than anything but it was the most evidence I've seen from her so he must have REALLY done something upsetting.  I washed him up, put some Neosporin on it and he calmed down.  I asked him what he did to the kitty cat to make her bite him.  "I-I-I just gave her a TOY! Then I hit her on the head!"  Aaaaaaaand there you have it.  So we went over to the kitty and Theo apologized.  I also  noticed she was sitting there with two wooden trains on her back and one close to her head so I can only assume she wasn't a huge fan.  Go figure.

Saturday, 10:43 a.m.--We were all packed up in the car and just about to pull out of the driveway when Theo accidentally poked himself square in the eye with his drumstick and burst into tears.  His eye was red but not scratched, and a few well-placed kisses from us made him feel better.  For the next hour his right eye teared which made him look like he had gotten into a bar brawl, especially from his scratched and swollen right hand.

Saturday, 1:15 p.m.--On our way up North we stopped at Denny's (I know, I know. NOT A LOT OF OPTIONS) and as we were leaving Theo tripped and fell into the edge of the waiting area booth.  He screamed and cried and when I picked him up he already had a lump forming in the middle of his forehead with broken blood vessels.  By the time we got him some ice it was a huge goose egg.  I actually had to bobby pin his hair to the side so I could check the status of his head trauma (mental note: get him a hair cut appointment).  But also!  His long-ish hair was perfect for concealing the lump and not making us look like traveling wounded.  Potato-patatoah.  Again, he was fine eventually.  Sigh.

Saturday, 7:43 p.m.-- We had had a full day of travel and visiting with Grandpa and were happy to get back to the hotel to give Theo a bath and put him to bed.  Bryan got him out of the car and was carrying him across the parking lot while I was behind them with some bags.  Out of nowhere, Bryan tripped badly and they both came crashing down on the concrete sidewalk.  It looked like Theo hit the back of his head but it happened so fast I couldn't be sure.  Bryan's glasses flew off his face, such was the force of the fall.  Of course, Theo started screaming.  I scooped him up right away and did my best to assess his injuries.  He had no lumps and didn't say anything hurt on his head.  I finally asked him if he was crying because he hurt or because he was scared and he choked out, "Because I'm scared!" which hey, I could handle that no problem.  We kept telling him daddy was okay (which he was, if not sore.  Bryan was way more upset about Theo than anything that had happened to him, naturally) and that everyone was okay.  He snuggled into me with a face full of snot and tears and began to calm down.  We began to gather everything up that was scattered on the ground when I saw blood on my hand.  I had no idea if it was Theo's or Bryan's and after another evaluation we saw that Theo's elbow was badly scraped--about the size of two silver dollars.  He let me clean it and slather it with Neosporin "To make da owie feel better" and once we finally put him to bed he was out like a light.

I would never call Theo accident prone but this past week has just been out of control.  Amazingly we have a kid who bounces back quickly and he's been fine ever since, which made the rest of the trip a relief.  Because of all this though, I'm thinking of carrying Neosporin in a holster so I can be at the ready.  You can never be too careful.

Comments

[Val]

I don't know if Theo is like my son Trevor, but whenever Trevor is having a growth spurt, his clutziness level increases by about a million. Sounds like a typical growth time in our household. Poor Theo. Funny how they are over it far sooner than we are. Gah.

[Jen Rudolph]

You will have LOTS more of these :-) Butter is my best friend -- don't laugh, but if he gets a bump on his forehead, rub it with butter (I keep a stick in the freezer for just that). For some reason, it keeps any bruising away. It won't turn black and blue, but in a few days you'll see the yellow remnants of a bruise. Don't know how it works, but my mom did it after major oral surgery and didn't have any bruising either.

One tip - watch around the eyes - as the butter melts it tends to run and if it's salted OUCH. I call the kids "Butterheads". :-)

[Jen]

okay wow. You guys all need to wrap yourselves in bubble wrap- because didn't you just fall last week too??

To echo what a previous commenter said: Maggie goes through klutzy phases around growth spurts, I think. She will trip over NOTHING. She gets her grace from her mother ;)

[Clarabella]

You know they have Neosporin in those little spray things now, kinda like a spray gun. I keep one in my purse AT ALL TIMES. Liam is a bruiser sometimes.

[Kate]

Oh the poor boy, Saturday was a rough day! I love the cat story though - "over dere by her bed" and "then I hit her on the head" - Ha! We're having issues lately with Keaton hitting the cat and dog and our cat scratched him pretty good on the hand the other day. The thing is, I'm sure he deserved it.

[Pocklock]

Oh my GOOD LORD.

My heart is still pounding from reading about Bryan tripping while carrying him. THIS IS MY WORST NIGHTMARE. Falling while carrying a child scares the C-R-A-P out of me! I can't imagine being you with your arms full of stuff watching the whole thing go down. Literally.

OMG.

(breathing, breathing)

I'm so glad everyone's okay. I hope you never re-live another Saturday like that!

[Kelsey]

Yikes! That is an impressive string. Glad nothing too serious though.

Where is WI were you??? Maybe we passed you on the road, sounds like you were headed up there just as we were heading from WI to St. Louis.

[wooden trains]

It is amazing how accident prone kids are! My eldest son who is approaching four years old has similar days to yours. The other day he ran straight into the corner of the dining table (nice bruise to the head), quickly followed by a tumble off the back door step, then a little later he acquired a splinter when playing with an piece of wood he found in the garden. Hopefully he will become a little more vigilant and pay attention to what he is doing as he gets a bit older.

[Uprinting]

I really liked your blog. This was interesting. Keep it up.