I have posted many firsts on this blog of the boys over the past few years. I was unsure if I was going to post this first as well. It took me many days to finally come to terms with this disgusting black eye. I tried to get a good picture of the eye it was hard but in this picture the swelling is down and the eye is starting to look a little better.
Here's how it happened...
The other night Steven was trying to get Ashe to sleep. Well Ashe hates to go to bed, because he might miss something, so he tends to give us a hard time. The lights were out and Steven was in there making sure he didn't get out of bed to play or stand by the bedroom door waiting for us to realize that he was not sleeping. Steven was lying on the floor next to the toddler bed. Ashe decided to climb out of bed and use dad as a jungle gym. Sometimes Ashe climbs up and snuggles on daddy's chest. Tonight he was up to his old tricks when he tripped. We think he tripped over his own feet because it was dark. When he fell his eye hit the rocking chair. The rocking chair is padded the only part not padded are the wooden arms. Well that is exactly where he hit. We rushed him up to After Hours Pediatrics where they thought he may be in need of some stitches. After cleaning it up and relooking it appeared that from opening and closing his eye the skin on his eyelid had stuck together. Since the cut was pretty much closed they didn't think they would need to put him through the ordeal of stitches. Thank Goodness!! Let me tell you, I cried over the eye more than he did.
Grandma Herod tells me that he is right about the age his daddy was when Steven first got a black eye. I don't know if my heart can go through what his daddy put grandma and grandpa Herod through.
Thank you for all the thoughts, calls, and prayers wishing him a quick recovery. Let me tell you this has not stopped the little dare devil. Less than 24 hours after the injury he was standing on the arm of the chair in the living room. I did catch him before he jumped to the floor.
I didn't know raising boys could be so dangerous.
1 comment:
diane I'm sure you will have many more bumps and bruises with two boy's take things one day at a time .god is always testing us to see how much in life we can handle. i bet his eye is bothering you alot more then it is him.kids don't care.
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