Alright, I'm a nurse....I see blood on a very regular basis and it does not make me squirm, it does not make me nauseous, it does not make me freak out. BUT, when I see it dripping from my son's hand while he's holding a broken piece of glass I get a little freakish! Yes, you guessed it, another injury. Apparently Wyatt climbed up on our family room couch, and onto the ledge behind it, grabbed a framed picture of himself (of course), proceeded to break the glass, then play with it. I didn't even realize what was going on until I heard him scream. Try holding pressure on the hand of a one year old for 20 minutes! Not fun! I proceeded to call John at work, but he couldn't even hear me because of all the screaming, then called the doctor who told me to keep holding pressure and go to the ER if the bleeding doesn't stop. I'll spare you the rest of the details, but it was not the funnest day at the Carlson house. To all you moms out there who have boys, please tell me this will get better! We're considering putting him in a padded room until he's 18 (not really, but not a bad idea). I've decided that if we get him into adulthood alive and with all of his limbs still attached and functioning, then we've done a good job as parents. Are all boys this way or is Wyatt just extra mischievous? I was warned by many of you before having a boy that boys are very different from girls, but I wasn't quite expecting this. Don't get me wrong, he's a very sweet boy and we love him dearly, but oh my! In the end, the bleeding stopped, no stitches required, and we avoided an ER visit. Every table top picture frame in our house will now have to go into storage, but at least I have a blog now to display those pictures!
