Blood Bath

It's been a bloodbath around here. Two and a half weeks ago Graham bit me while nursing like I have never been bit before. He drew blood and left two tiny teeth marks. I thought after the scream of pain I let out he would never try THAT again but proceeded to do it on the other side, although not as bad. I almost gave up nursing on the spot. I am still healing.

Then this week Ethan was caught making potions in the bathtub with the cherry hand soap.

He called it his BLOOD BATH.

And lastly, today Zach invited over one of the sweetest boys we know after school. As I was hanging up the phone with his mother, I heard a scream and crying from someone that was not my kid.

I went running down the hall to see sweet Carlos crying, holding his nose and blood POURING out of him. Apparently Ethan had hit him with a toy. He did not intend to maim him, but was just too rough, as he often is. Blood was dripping everywhere, as it does with nose injuries, so I quickly sent Ethan to his room, set Graham down, and took Carlos to the kitchen for some towels. It was there that I began to think this was more than a nose bleed. I won't go into graphic detail but I think the nose may be broken.

While trying to help Carlos I called Chris on speaker phone to get home ASAP because Graham was hysterical, Ethan frantic, and Zach was running around screaming, "I've never seen so much blood before!" I just needed an extra pair of adult hands and quickly. The poor guy has never ridden home so hard in his life because all he heard was, "HOME NOW, BLOOD!" and chaos in the back ground.

How do you say sorry adequately to a mother when your 3.5 year old unintentionally disfigures their child's face?

By the time I got Carlos home the bleeding had stopped and the swelling had begun. His mother was not upset (she has two boys) and Carlos' biggest concern was that he wouldn't be invited over again.