My poor Carter fell off of our little black bench in the entry way today. Onto his face. (It couldn't have had anything to do with big brother playing too rough. . . .) I didn't see it, but he must have scraped his nose and chin on the floor as well. And his teeth went through his lip. There was blood everywhere!! Davis and Noah (a 4 month old I tend) were both crying needing to be fed and/or changed and the other 3 were running around doing heaven knows what. Davis and I have thrush, AGAIN, so feeding him is a longer process than normal right now and I can't have an audience. I called Spencer hoping he was on his prep period, (He was.) because I was in need of some serious reinforcements! By the time he got there, I had the bloody mess cleaned up, my bloody clothes changed, and the babies were actually both pretty calm. He probably thinks I'm a nut case and can't handle anything by myself. Oh well, I got to take care of business so that I could give Davis a bottle, Carter got some hugs from Daddy, and so did I. He was actually really funny the rest of the day. You know how when your mouth is swollen it feels 20 x's larger than it actually is? I think that's what was going on. Carter kept laughing and saying, "Mom, I yook funny!" With lots of hugs, an ice pack, and some tylenol he is back to his old self again. Well, for the most part! ha ha ha. Sheesh. I need a vacation.
My poor Carter fell off of our little black bench in the entry way today. Onto his face. (It couldn't have had anything to do with big brother playing too rough. . . .) I didn't see it, but he must have scraped his nose and chin on the floor as well. And his teeth went through his lip. There was blood everywhere!! Davis and Noah (a 4 month old I tend) were both crying needing to be fed and/or changed and the other 3 were running around doing heaven knows what. Davis and I have thrush, AGAIN, so feeding him is a longer process than normal right now and I can't have an audience. I called Spencer hoping he was on his prep period, (He was.) because I was in need of some serious reinforcements! By the time he got there, I had the bloody mess cleaned up, my bloody clothes changed, and the babies were actually both pretty calm. He probably thinks I'm a nut case and can't handle anything by myself. Oh well, I got to take care of business so that I could give Davis a bottle, Carter got some hugs from Daddy, and so did I. He was actually really funny the rest of the day. You know how when your mouth is swollen it feels 20 x's larger than it actually is? I think that's what was going on. Carter kept laughing and saying, "Mom, I yook funny!" With lots of hugs, an ice pack, and some tylenol he is back to his old self again. Well, for the most part! ha ha ha. Sheesh. I need a vacation.
3 comments:
Ouch!!!!!
sounds like a fun day!! He is so cute!! Glad the damage is minimal!
OH Carter love you so much and you are still the most Handsome Carter T. Ballantyne I know. I Love you so much!
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