My heart has finally slowed down.
Typical day . . . . N asks me to push him on the swings. I go outside to push him and after 2 pushes, he suddenly lets go at the highest point and begins flying through the air. My heart dropped as he dropped flat, face first, into the railroad tie that borders the play area.
I swear I started to run as soon as he left the swing and gathered him up to run in the house. I saw a gash above his eye and his nose start to swell. I laid him on the counter and B just happened to be home and came running as well. I immediately pulled 2 ice packs out (good mom of boys that I am - they're always ready!) and started to assess the damage. Trying to whisper to B "Is a hospital visit necessary?" while shoveling arnica tablets and motrin into his mouth.
Thankfully, the damage doesn't seem to need a hospital visit. B said he'd be gushing blood if he broke his nose. He's going to have a big black eye, and probably a bruised nose as well. So much for his 4 year portraits next week.
He said he was trying to fly. Um, yea, let's not try that again, ok?
He's currently laid out on the futon with Corwin's Quest (I love my DVR) playing on the tv, and a fresh ice pack on his head.
I think I need a bourbon & Coke. I know this is only the beginning . . .