In the interest of 'clearing' up what happened with Cooper yesterday (for those who already know and then again for those who have no idea what I'm talking about) I'll recap with a picture. Yesterday I was changing Chase's diaper and came out to the hall to a bloodied Cooper. He had blood dripping from his mouth, down his neck and soaking his shirt. Keep in mind head wounds bleed much worse than they really are, especially mouth cuts- Of course I was caught very much off guard and started to put pressure on the 'owie'. I realized he had cut his thumb as well and all he kept saying was "sharp, owie, it was sharp". I thought he'd hit his head on the counter, because we call that sharp corners. Full expecting to find blood on the countertop, it was clean. I looked and looked all around at what he could have possibly hurt himself on. I examined the garbage in his bathroom where we were tending to the cut-nothing, just tissues and such. I hadn't heard a thump, or clunk- no toys in the way, I was baffled at this point. Just trying to stay calm and get him calm as well.
After about 15 minutes of bleeding- man it felt like FOREVER! I finally got the bleeding to stop, only to then see the exact shape of the cut. A perfect pair of slices across his bottom lip, a razor blade. He had fished out an old razor blade from my bathroom and was "shaving like Daddy". Sadly, he learned the hard way that razors are ONLY for mommies and daddies... not for kids and now has the slices on his lip and a fileted thumb to show for it. He's fine today and I'm sure he won't be messing with razors anytime soon- he spent the whole day last night reminding me, it wasn't for kids. I usually lock our bedroom door so that he can't get into any kind of mischief, but shoot, I WAS RIGHT THERE!
Goes to show you, kids will be kids, they will hurt themselves no matter what, no matter how hard we try to keep them safe, or if we're even standing 10 feet away. I'm sure it won't be the last time. I just felt the need to clarify that he is indeed, just fine. Sadly, during the whole sha-bang, I had put Chase in the bathtub (a sort of make-shift crib) to keep him wrangled while I tended to his brother. All the whooping and whaling by Cooper got him so worked up that he lunged head first out of the tub to get to his brother, only to bonk his head on the bathroom floor. He too is fine, but it was an... interesting... 15 minutes for all of us. Looking back now, it's almost comical... almost.
Anway, hope you're doing well and staying clear of old razor blades :)
Til' next time-
AMBER
