It was one of those days…
It seems every other week since Collin has became mobile he has busted his lip. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a little, but it is at least every other month.
It is not uncommon for him to be sitting on my lap crying, snot running down his nose, mixing with all the blood streaming out of his mouth, and pouring into the towel I am holding to clean it all up. This is a common scene at our house.
When he started crawling and standing it seems he always fell on his face, resulting in a bloody lip. When he started walking he would always fall on his face. Now that he is running…well, he just can’t stop and runs into things with his face.
I worry about his adult teeth coming in all crooked and out of the roof of his mouth. He went to the dentist before he was two and had most of his teeth. But that was because he chipped his front tooth at daycare by falling on his face on a windowsill.
Today the boys were racing to the door to let the dogs in. Bradley, who is older and naturally faster, got there first and opened the door. Brad and I hear a “Wham!” and then a screaming toddler comes around the corner. I put him in my lap and checked his mouth (which is just what you do when Collin comes a cryin’) and sure enough, blood is everywhere.
I didn’t think to much of it. I did what I always do – held him on my lap and catch the snot and blood. I tried to look, I tried to distract him, I tried to tickle him, I hung him upside down to get a look. It just looked like the normal busted lip. So I made breakfast and went to work.
Brad calls me around lunchtime. “I think we are going to have to take Collin to the doctor. He just woke up from his nap and he looks like Bubba from Forrest Gump.”
“Is it that bad?” I ask.
“I’m calling you, aint I?” Brad says, always sarcastic.
So I’m thinking it is that bad. If Brad notices and thinks he needs a doctor then it must look pretty bad.
The drama continues. Aunt Brandi brings popsicles.
Brad took him to the ER. It does look like he bit through his lip. They glue the outside cut and said to the leave the inside alone. They sent him home with a stapled pack of papers with common sense instructions.
At least the swelling finally went down.
Until next time…