Jack got a boo-boo today.
Like, a real boo-boo.
He has fallen before. He has busted his lip before. He has even shed some blood before.
But this was a boo-boo.
It was getting close to lunch time, and therefore, naptime. Maybe he was tired and wobbly? I don’t know. I didn’t see it happen even though he was just a couple of feet from me, but he fell and hit his chin on our coffee table and then toppled backward and hit his head on the floor.
At first I didn’t see the cut on his chin, but after a few minutes of not settling down, I saw the blood.
My poor, poor bubs.
But Nurse Mommy kicked in. I got a cool rag and cleaned it off, though chewing on the rag was what soothed him most. Then I took him back to our room, since the meds are in our bathroom, and laid him down on the bed. I gave him my prenatal vitamin bottle to distract (new things always distract) and put a little Neosporin on the cut and covered it with a Toy Story band-aid. To my surprise he didn’t even act like he knew it was there.
He was good from then on. What a sport.
Even though this boo-boo had a relatively quick fix and recovery, I know that not every boo-boo will. I just pray protection over his little body. I really don’t want to have to deal with a broken bone one day. I’m not sure that Nurse Mommy will be able to keep such a cool head in that situation.
Here’s to being a Mommy! Which in turn means being a sustainer, teacher, comforter, nurse, and so. much. more.
With love, Malorie