Sometimes this Mama job is harder than I anticipated. . .
Stephen and I took a quick trip up to my parents’ house for the weekend so we could see family and relax a little bit. It will most likely be the last chance we have to come up here for a while, so we jumped at the chance to come.
The part of the house we’re staying in is bittersweet – it is the suite that was built for Grandma. In a way, it is strange to be staying in her room, but on the other hand, it is wonderful. It’s so peaceful and relaxing – a retreat. It’s so simple and uncluttered with stuff. Since we’re moving next week, I will be decorating our new bedroom with this one in mind. I want to capture that feeling of a peaceful retreat in my bedroom.
Anyways. . .the reason for this post. . .In the family room, there is a stone hearth near the fireplace. It’s beautiful. Little man had his toys stacked near it and was playing, while my dad watched him. Then, somehow Little man fell into the toy basket and klunked his head on the hearth. Dad picked him up and started comforting him. I went over to look at the bump he had gotten, and when Dad pulled his hand away, I saw blood. My heart stopped.
Thankfully, it was just a minor wound, but it bled quite a bit (and yes, I do know that head wounds do that). It sure gave this mama quite the scare! He was up fine and running around soon afterward, but oh. . .I was worried for a bit.
So my little guy had his first head wound today. Poor little man! He’s doing well though – he let me get it wet in the bathtub and even let me dab at it with a washcloth a little bit so it must not hurt too terribly bad now. And yes, I’m breathing easier now that I know he’s all right. :O)