Trying out his new-found skill of crawling, Troy has been exploring the house. He follows us, albeit slowly, wherever we go. He's still a little shaky and unsteady, but he manages to get there eventually. Today, he had been in my wife's office; keeping her company, playing with some magazines; when she up and left the room. Abandoning the now-crinkled magazines, he started plodding along after her. I had gone in there to find him, so I waited for him to catch up. A few "steps" out of the door, and he somehow got his arms tangled up and tripped himself. He went face first onto the tiles.
He instantly let out the most pitiful wailing, which I assumed was from the shock and pain of face-planting. I was carrying him around to calm him down, when my wife came to check on him. I thought she was going to have a panic attack when she say blood coming out of his mouth. Upon further inspection, we discovered he had busted his lip. I’m not sure if it was on the tile itself or if he had cut it on his two new teeth. Either way, we managed to stop the bleeding, if not the crying, and then we attempted to have him suck on a popsicle to help with the swelling. Eventually, he fell asleep from the exhaustive ordeal.
He has now drawn first blood. I'm sure it won't be the last such encounters, and if my own life is anything to go by, I can almost guarantee that they will progressively get worse and more stressful. As I was relating this story to CC, I made the comment, "Do you remember when we were so excited to have boys?!" Welcome to the boy life.
He instantly let out the most pitiful wailing, which I assumed was from the shock and pain of face-planting. I was carrying him around to calm him down, when my wife came to check on him. I thought she was going to have a panic attack when she say blood coming out of his mouth. Upon further inspection, we discovered he had busted his lip. I’m not sure if it was on the tile itself or if he had cut it on his two new teeth. Either way, we managed to stop the bleeding, if not the crying, and then we attempted to have him suck on a popsicle to help with the swelling. Eventually, he fell asleep from the exhaustive ordeal.
He has now drawn first blood. I'm sure it won't be the last such encounters, and if my own life is anything to go by, I can almost guarantee that they will progressively get worse and more stressful. As I was relating this story to CC, I made the comment, "Do you remember when we were so excited to have boys?!" Welcome to the boy life.
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