|See the "boo boo" above her eye??|
Being mobile and curious also means that there are tears and cuts and bruises to go along with it. This is a shitty part about being a Mom.... having to remain calm and collected while you are trying to soothe boo-boos and stop the bleeding. Yep, that's fun. And seems to come in sets. (Her first fall from a high object happened on July 4th, followed by a spill off of the couch the next day and not a hour later: bumping her head on the tile floor (she managed to find the very small spot that wasn't covered to touch down at!). I know I'm not the first nor last parent that it happens to, but talk about making you feel like a horrible parent! She's no worse for the wear..... and then this weekend we had actual injuries complete with bleeding.
Friday night she was crawling around in her room and while trying to use the glider ottoman for support, she fell down and hit her head on the corner. When I picked her up, there was blood above her left eye; fortunately it was a very small abrasion but I was worried on how hard she hit and if she was going to get a shiner. A little infant ibuprofen, a cold pack and lots of kisses must have worked wonders because, the cut is almost healed already and BabyK doesn't hardly remember what happened! (So, I'm so bad: I was secretly hoping that there would be no evidence for her Birthday on Wednesday and of course the big party next weekend!)
This morning she was up at the crack of dawn... of course on a "sleep in" day. (I know, everyone told me that those no longer existed as a parent of young children, but a girl can hope!) I decided to be nice to Daddy and took her downstairs so that he could go back to sleep and get some rest. We had such a nice time playing and eating a lovely waffle for breakfast.... you know that it would have to be interrupted by a boo-boo. Kiera bumped her mouth on an edge of her high chair when she was going to sit down..... I picked her up to comfort her and a few seconds later discovered blood everywhere down the front of me, her face, clothes... "Poor Kiera, what did you do to yourself?" I couldn't see a wound through the bleeding. I thought about getting Jason, but decided to just handle it on my own even though a baby writhing in pain and confusion is hard to contain to comfort and 'fix.' A few minutes later Jason came down to see what all of the commotion was about and helped me to get Kiera calmed down after some mild compression, a little "boo boo" juice and Dusty kitty to coax out a smile. I'm assuming that she cut her gums on the down-ward fall. Ugh.
Both were minor incidents, but make you feel horrible none-the-less. I'm not squeamish around blood, but the sight of it on your own child makes you feel raw and irresponsible. Short of padding our home in bubble-wrap, there's not much that we can do to shield Kiera from minor injuries- it's a part of growing up I imagine. My outward reaction is to remain calm, but I still feel a bit nauseous- probably from the momma-bear endorphins kicking in to help my little cub. One thing that does make dealing with this easy is to know basic first aid and have readily available a first aid kit stocked with age-appropriate essentials in dealing with accidents and injuries. I received some of the items as a gift at one of my baby showers and it was a wonderful gift that keeps giving even now. I just have to go find some fun themed bandagess for it now and perhaps a bottle of rum for mommy....