It doesn't show up in the picture as well as I'd hoped, but Emerson has quite the bruise right between his eyes. I know what you're thinking, and no I didn't karate chop him between the eyes when he got out of hand. He was walking like a normal small boy and decided he would fall onto the corner of the dang coffee table (me watching, feeling helpless as it unfolded in slow motion before my very eyes). He screamed bloody murder and I was trying to remain calm so that he would remain calm while thoughts of a one-eyed 18 month old raced through my head. Much to my relief when I was able to examine him, both eyes were intact, not dilated, and he seemed to be able to see through them just fine. And then the goose egg hatched. And it's still kind of taking awhile to go down. It was a lovely greenish yellow color today and I was hoping it would fade a little before we fly to California, but much to my chagrin, Emerson decided to fall off his rocking horse (with me watching and once again seeing it in slow motion and remaining helpless) and re-bruise his bruise. So now there's a nice fresh reddish purple bruise on top of the green. I guess the upside is that it takes the focus away from the original. When Ben got home and I told him about what happened, we looked at each other and the same thought passed between us "Aren't wounds in different stages of healing signs of child abuse!?" As if we weren't feeling bad enough with the looks people give us any time we've ventured out of the house the past 5 days since he got the bruise. Grrr. We might chop up all the wooden things in our house that hurt our child and use them for firewood. Or maybe he should just not fall.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Shiner
It doesn't show up in the picture as well as I'd hoped, but Emerson has quite the bruise right between his eyes. I know what you're thinking, and no I didn't karate chop him between the eyes when he got out of hand. He was walking like a normal small boy and decided he would fall onto the corner of the dang coffee table (me watching, feeling helpless as it unfolded in slow motion before my very eyes). He screamed bloody murder and I was trying to remain calm so that he would remain calm while thoughts of a one-eyed 18 month old raced through my head. Much to my relief when I was able to examine him, both eyes were intact, not dilated, and he seemed to be able to see through them just fine. And then the goose egg hatched. And it's still kind of taking awhile to go down. It was a lovely greenish yellow color today and I was hoping it would fade a little before we fly to California, but much to my chagrin, Emerson decided to fall off his rocking horse (with me watching and once again seeing it in slow motion and remaining helpless) and re-bruise his bruise. So now there's a nice fresh reddish purple bruise on top of the green. I guess the upside is that it takes the focus away from the original. When Ben got home and I told him about what happened, we looked at each other and the same thought passed between us "Aren't wounds in different stages of healing signs of child abuse!?" As if we weren't feeling bad enough with the looks people give us any time we've ventured out of the house the past 5 days since he got the bruise. Grrr. We might chop up all the wooden things in our house that hurt our child and use them for firewood. Or maybe he should just not fall.
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I am sorry to hear about his little nose!!! That is never fun, but to be honest he still looks cute...kinda in a tough sort of way! I am proud of you for staying calm!!!
Poor kid! Bruises are no fun. We had an experience almost identical to yours a couple of months ago. Sadie got a huge goose egg on her forehead, complete with a cut down the middle from hitting the corner of the wall (ouch!). Then just when it was starting to heal, she re-hit the cut, making a whole new bruise. I'm pretty sure it's going to scar now, poor kid. At least it didn't require a hospital trip, right?
Poor kid. Those are some mean bruises. What was that coffee table thinking, just jumping out at him like that? And the rocking horse bucking him off? Poor guy needs a break. :)
Reminds me of the time you fell down a little tiny step in your Ogden house and made yourself have a dead baby tooth. I think I am remembering this correctly, anyway it was very sad, as is his icky bruise. Brooke's kids have had their share of goose eggs and bruises lately also!! What a mean world we live in!
Aunt Karen
I always knew you had anger issues, Nin!! Ok, totally joking!! But I know how you feel! As said above, my kids have had their share!! Most recently, Brighton fell on our medal bed frame and put a nice dent and slice in his head, by the temple. So yeah, we should all just live in a furniture free home!! And NO toys!! :D
Poor Emerson! I'm sure William's day is coming soon- the boy has no sense of caution (and sometimes, even if he did, it wouldn't help)!
Hope California is treating you well.
See you this weekend? :)
That is the pits! I haven't had a coffee table in six years because my kids ALWAYS ram their heads into them.
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