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Last night I wasn’t feeling well and had decided to not go to my moms of twins meeting – so I figured I’d get some dinner going. Logan was whining, so I decided to let him come into the kitchen with me. The twins were watching a movie.

Every time I glanced over at what Logan was doing, he seemed to be fine. Mostly just playing with the empty water bottles in the recycle bin. At one point I glanced up and noticed a mess on the floor. I figured he spilled something that was left over in one of the cans in the recycle bin. Ya. No. He was sitting there playing quietly while his blood was dripping from somewhere – all over everything.

Heart in throat, I started to check him over. Both hands were covered, his mouth was covered, his clothes, the floor, the cans he was playing with. He cut his left thumb on a can that had the tab popped off. It was pretty deep and I couldn’t get it to stop bleeding for a while. But the little guy didn’t even really notice! I had him sitting on the sink splashing in the water while I was trying to apply pressure on his thumb.

Poor Mike. I texted him that Logan had cut his thumb and he needed to call me (I had tried to call twice, but he hadn’t answered.) He ran the whole way home from the train station. And of course, by that time Logan’s thumb was only slightly dribbling by this point.

Needless to say, the recycle bin will be moving out of the kitchen.

10 Responses

  1. Oh Honey, bless your heart! I’m sure he’ll heal up A-OK. The line that always got me through similar instances is one of my husband’s oft-repeated twin parenting mantras “They’ll never remember; you’ll never forget.”

    Keep saying it in your mind…once they’re seven, it loses its power! πŸ˜‰

  2. I’m glad he’s okay and I know you responded to it well even if you were mentally freaking out. I missed the meeting too by the way – too tired to make it out to Belmont.

  3. It’s amazing how quickly they can get into things! I’m glad to hear he’s OK – I’m sure he’s forgotten about it by now πŸ˜‰

  4. Oh, poor kiddo! How scary! My kids have a thing for wanting to play in the recycling too, it makes me a little nuts…

  5. Oh, I know you were scared! Poor baby. I’m glad it wasn’t too bad! My son is quick to get into stuff like that too, and doesn’t usually mind if he gets hurt doing so.

  6. Ah, poor guy, and poor you!

  7. Oh my gosh! That sort of thing just scares the crap out of you! No Mommy wants to see her baby’s blood gushing out all over.

    I’m so glad he’s OK! Whew. Bet you’ll have a few gray hairs after that one huh? I have a theory that I get a new one every time I hear a loud bang, followed by a shriek. It usually means that Cakes has harmed herself in some way.

    I remember when Bee ate ant poison, I called my husband, who was at a continuing education class, and left a totally panicked message on his voice mail. By the time he got a break to call me, he was hyperventilating from anxiety, and I had already called poison control and learned that she would be fine. So I freaked him out for nothing, but still…how was I supposed to know?

  8. How terrifying! Logan probably thought it was cool, though. Did you think to get a bloody thumbprint in his baby book to remember the occasion? πŸ˜‰

  9. The EXACT same thing happened to one of my girls a few months ago, well, maybe more than a few months ago. I was like, “Hm, what’s that on your face…and hands… and clothes… Oh my god! it’s blood!” And it ended up being hte tiniest little cut — from a can, of course, which I mindlessly let her play with — and she cried more about washing it off…

  10. Aww….poor thing, more for the mommy than the baby! i mean, he didn’t seem to mind, while mommy had the scary part. did that make sense?! lol

    what gets me, your hubby actually came home for this?? it always amazes me, that some men actually support their wives, and are there for them!! sounds like a great daddy (and great husband). all i ever hear from my man is, “whadda’ want me to do, i’m working”?? pffffft.

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