Pouring Rain

Some days when it rains, it pours. It was one of those days for Troy today. When my wife picked him up from the daycare today, she noticed a bright, red mark on his arm. Upon further inspection, she saw that it was a full set of teeth! We hadn’t been called about and incident, so she went back in to inquire about it. Nobody knew anything about it. He hadn’t cried, so they were oblivious as to when or how it happened.

Crying is a stupid benchmark that something went down, in my opinion. Troy is a trooper, and he rarely cries over injuries, unless it’s to his head or pretty serious (which I’ll relate later in this post). This goes back to he and I playing rough. We’re in the moment, it’s go big or go home, we don’t stop to ponder injuries! So, he didn’t cry. But how does nobody notice this large, red mark on his arm for over half the day?! We’ll never know the answer. Chalk it up to how many licks does it take to get the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop. It doesn’t appear to be bothering him, so we’ll ride it out for now.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, a few minutes after we put him to bed, I heard him whimpering. I ran to see what was wrong, and saw him at the very end of the crib. Assuming he was “upset” because he was pressed up against the side of the wood, I went to move him back to the middle. But he wouldn’t budge. I felt around in the dark, and I found that he had his foot somehow wedged between the slats of the crib. I screamed for my wife to come help me ASAP, because I immediately knew that this was a bad situation. I tried to hold him still, so he wouldn’t keep pulling on his leg and injure his ankle more, while she came rushing into the room and flipped on the lights. For the next few tense moments, I twisted and folded his foot in every possible way to try to get it free. He had somehow gotten his foot through the bars and past his ankle, and the ankle bone was now holding his foot between the bars.

I was finally able to work it free, which wasn’t easy when you have a screaming baby wiggling and tugging on the other end of it. His ankle was severely swollen and red, so we tried to put some ice on it while also calming him down. I could tell that at the very least, he was going to have some serious bruising, but I feared that he had broken it as well. He was able to put pressure on it without indicating any pain and walk around without any noticeable trouble, so we decided to just observe it for now. He eventually went back to sleep, but now we’re worried about if he’s hurt and if he’ll do something again. It’s going to be a long night...