Busted

Aiden's face. That's what busted. Well, his chin really. The story goes a little something like this....Aiden was in the tub. The kid is always asking to stand up, though it comes out more like a combination of an exclamation and a question - "Stan up?!? Stan up?!?" We told him not to stand up on the slick tub so instead he "kneed up"....basically put his knees on the tub floor. But remember that part where I said it was slick? Right. So his knees slipped and his chin came crashing to the tub floor. For a split second Ryan thought we were just going to have to talk him through the fall (wipe outs happen on a pretty regular basis), but we quickly realized this was a bit messier of situation. Blood was pouring our from my sweet baby's chin onto Ryan's shirt. Aiden was screaming and crying so much he couldn't breath. (I later realized it was likely because of how hard he also bit his tongue.) And I did what any tough, well prepared mother of a boy would do - I cried too.

Hah. I couldn't believe that was my reaction, but I was just not ready for this moment. I mean, I'm sure he'll eventually get stitches, but all I could think was that my 22 month old was not ready for this. Plus, falling in the bathtub and getting busted up when you are too young remember any of it doesn't even make for a good story. I have a story for all my scars and stitches. I remember where they came from. I want Aiden to at least have that.

We decided to butterfly it that night and asked daycare to keep an eye on it the next day. All was going well with it....until Aiden fell outside during play time and bloodied it up again. Naturally. Our daycare director made a good point, that while other kiddos lead with their head when they run (so they bump it when they fall) Aiden leads with his chin. And it is completely true....I can hardly think of a time he bumped his forehead, but every time he falls he bloodies up his mouth.

Anyway, I picked Aiden up from daycare so that we could evaluate getting stitches. Turns out you only have a 24 hour window to get them and we were within a few hours of that. I got him home, got him cleaned up, took off the butterfly stitch and found......it was actually looking pretty good! (see pics below...these are the only pics I got, on the second day. I forgot to take pictures through my tears the night before.) When you see them you'll think I completely exaggerated this entire story, but Ryan and I both saw some white stuff (that's my technical medical description) in Aiden's chin when he first split it open. It was not shallow. But, since it looked pretty decent, we decided to butterfly it for a few more days and call it good.

Hopefully I'm a little more mentally prepared next time around.....because I know it's coming!