My poor Ziggy. I’m not sure if he’s going through a growth spurt, or what, but he has made tripping and falling an art form lately. He comes home from school at least once a week, letting me know that he’s been to the clinic and has band aids on freshly skinned knees. More than once, he’ll trip and fall at school, and trip and fall again later that same day while playing with his friends outside. His knees are regularly a mess. I’ve also learned that I don’t think a career in the medical field is likely with this child. He becomes hysterical at the sight of blood.
My poor guy had his biggest spill so far recently. It was raining, so he and his brother were chasing each other around the house. Part of me thought, “I should put a stop to this.”, but part of me felt bad that they were cooped up in the house. They were running upstairs, when I heard the horrible thud, followed by that cry. It was Ziggy’s really hurt cry, not just I’ve fallen and might be hurt, or I’ve fallen and am annoyed. He was hurt, and I bolted up the stairs. He was laying on the floor in my bedroom, while his brother stood by in shock. I scooped him up, and was told that he’d tripped and hit his face on the frame of my bed. My room is dark, but I could see that it was already starting to swell, so I hurried him downstairs to ice it and check it out. He asked if it was bleeding, and given the fact that I didn’t know what was happening inside his mouth, I didn’t answer. (I know him well enough to know that if I’d said “no”, he’d be calling me a liar for years to come…) I grabbed an ice pack, and while he iced it, and my husband got him some ibuprofen, I peeked inside his mouth. There was no blood, and all his teeth appeared intact. I let him relax for a bit. It immediately became an angry bruise, and the swelling was a bit worrisome. Of course, it was after hours, and I was on the fence about bringing him in, since he’s the type of kid who catches every single germ that he encounters. I was hesitant in exposing him to even more junk.
I kept an eye on him. Luckily, it didn’t affect his speech at all, and he was able to eat like crazy, like normal. It hurt on the bruise area, so I tried not to worry about it. He’s a tough guy, and was more annoyed with the constant questions from me asking if it hurt, and from friends asking what happened than the actual boo boo. Thankfully, the swelling had gone down, and the bruise faded quite a bit before picture day at school… actually, luckily the school rescheduled picture day, it was originally scheduled two days after my bed attacked Ziggy.