boo boos.

When it rains, it pours. Poor baby P has had a rough week. One fall after another, one scrape and bruise on top of another. I am dreading this post, because in the "here and now", I really want to forget all about baby P's cuts and scrapes. But, the pediatrician informed me today that these pictures would bring lots of laughs in the future. No laughs from me today. Just tears. I feel so sorry for my little man. And I feel like a crappy mom.

The first big fall was on Sunday. Baby P is learning to run, and he fell while he was running on the driveway. The concrete is not our friend. Poor baby P.


It gets worse. Today, he tripped over a rug in the kitchen, hit the exact same places on his nose and forehead, and scraped the scabs right off of his existing wounds. Poor baby! I panicked a little because I could not get him to stop bleeding. Wondering if he needed stitches, I took him to the Urgent Care clinic at the front of my neighborhood. That was pointless. They wouldn't even see him. They told me to take him to the emergency room because he may need a CT scan. That is not something you say to a first-time mom who is covered in blood and is already panicking. I really didn't think he had a concussion, so I called P's pediatrician first, and they told me just to bring him there. Turns out, P is fine. Just some really rough looking facial wounds. He was as happy as a lark when we left the doctor's office. I'm sure the sucker and the circus band-aid helped a little. I'm just hoping it doesn't leave a scar on my baby boy's pretty face.


P has been a trooper. He has shed just a few tears, then he goes right back to being P again. He's a tough little man. And I love him to pieces. I just wish I could wrap him in bubble wrap to cushion his falls a little.