Week 47: Marshall’s First Major Boo-Boos (PLURAL)

Baby’s First Major Boo-Boo

Well with walking come more opportunities for accidents. Like the previous week’s blog stated, Marshall tries to stand up and walk in the Bathtub, despite Daddy’s scolding. Well Monday night, Marshall got up and Daddy told him to sit down, which he did. But he decided to do it again and he slipped and fell as he was reaching for Kung Foo Penguin.

Photo of the dirty Baby who needed a bath:

Photo of the Villain…

Photo of the Boo-Boo:

So at 9:30 at night we ran to Acute Care Kids (thanks for the suggestion Dr. Baker!) where he got is Boo-Boo glued back together. Sadly, he was afraid of the bathtub all this week. This really bummed Chris and me out since he has always just loved his bath time. We’ve been working some reverse psychology on him and he has started to get less and less stressed out by the end of the week.

Marshall was such a trooper throughout the ordeal though. He cried initially for a few moments, but he was more interested in comforting Chris, who was a little freaked out about the blood. Then as he saw his doggies he wanted to crawl over to them and talk to them. He was really good as we cleaned up the wound.

Baby’s SECOND Major Boo-Boo

The other place that Mommy and Daddy always have an issue with Marshall standing up is his high chair. He has figured out how to get out of the seat belt and tries to stand up and Chris and I will tell him to sit down.

On Tuesday (the day after accident number one), Mommy was distracted and running around the house like a crazy person by the news that she was going to have to go into the hospital in a few hours rather than Wednesday morning and didn’t see Marshall wiggle out of his high chair. When she turned around he climbed on top of his tray and was trying to crawl toward the table. I tried to grab him, but he was too fast and fell onto the kitchen floor, head first. Luckily, he has my genetically hard head.

I was just so freaked out and emotional for being such a bad Mommy. I called Dr. Baker (again) – I tell you I was such an emotional wreck at this point – to make sure I had not given my kid a concussion or brain damage, while Marshall is in the back ground laughing/talking again to his doggies. Clearly he was okay, but I was so freaked out leaving him to go into the hospital. I think the stress of the ordeal started my Labor early.