Sunday, June 22, 2008

Day 273 - First Boo-Boo

It was inevitable that Andrew's curiosity and attempts at crawling and standing would result in an injury. This morning Andrew was pulling himself up near the loveseat, lost his grasp, and hit his head on the bottom of the bookshelf. He got a little nick on his forehead, a little blood came out, and this all resulted in a lot of screaming. Thankfully we were able to eventually divert his attention from the pain by playing an impromptu game of peek-a-boo. I suggested diverting the pain by slamming Andrew's hand in the door, but Lisa just rolled her eyes at me and mumbled something that rhymed with "backglass."

It was also inevitable that Andrew's curiosity and attempts at crawling and standing would result in an injury while the kids were on our watch and Grandma Ichikawa was still in town. The first thing I thought as I saw my poor little son cry his heart out was, "Oh crap! We're suppose to have breakfast with my mom today! I'll never hear the end of this!"

When I first saw Andrew's boo-boo, it didn't look that bad at all. But it slowly morphed before my eyes like that horrific image of the exploding Nazi heads at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark. Andrew's forehead became red, then slightly purplish, and then two little scratches became red. Lisa asked me if it was blood, and I quickly overreacted and told her "NO IT'S NOT BLOOD DON'T WORRY IT'S NOT BLOOD IT CAN'T BE BLOOD MY MOM'S COMING IN TEN MINUTES NO BLOOD!" But I touched Andrew's forehead with a damp white cloth, and it returned red with blood. Dammit.

In our medicine cabinet, we grabbed a little petroleum jelly and a band-aid. Andrew squirms all the time so the application of the jelly and band-aid took longer than necessary which in turn caused him to cry even more. After we fixed Andrew's gash, I looked at his sad eyes and thought to myself, "Damn...I'm never going to hear the end of this from my mom."

Time moved very slowly as I waited for my parents to arrive. I heard the front door open, and I slowly swiveled my desk chair away from them. And then I listened...

"Hellooooooo. Grandma and Grandpa are heeeere. Helloooooo Emmaaaaaah. Helloooo Andr..." My mom paused. "WHAT HAPPENED?"

Lisa lied and told my mom that Andrew fell out of his crib. My mom believed her for a moment, thought about it, then ended with her now legendary phrase, "Ahhhh! You lying to me!" Lisa proceeded to explain to my mom what happened to Andrew. I think going from a suicide jump from the crib to a clumsy tumble on the floor took the sting out of my mom's initial reaction.

Of course my mom said that for the past three months when SHE took care of the kids, nobody got hurt at all. My mom also told me how important it is to baby-proof the entire apartment. Actually, she told me this many many times: in the condo, in the elevator, on the drive to breakfast, at breakfast, on the drive to the condo, in the elevator, and in the condo.

All I can say is that thank god my mom didn't see the x-ray of Andrew's forehead...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Neosporin is the best for cuts and scrapes.