About a week ago, I noticed a few blisters on his chubby little fingers. I have absolutely no idea how they got there or what they're from. I don't remember him crying for any length of time, or anything happening to him, or whatever. After a few days, I wondered if the big one was infected. It looked so awful, and red, and crusty with pus. I almost took him to the doctor, but then it finally started to scab over and heal. It's almost better, but I hope we don't have any more of these mystery owies.
Then yesterday morning, he was climbing once again on his favorite thing-the piano. I'm not sure what he did exactly, I just heard a big bang and then screams and shrieks and crying. I ran into see him bleeding profusely from a gash next to his eye. He was only wearing a diaper and the blood had run down his face, was all over his belly, diaper, and legs. It looked like a murder scene. I know head wounds bleed a lot, but sheesh. I freaked out a little and yelled for Andy (who was working from home, thankfully) who came running and took over. We got him cleaned up, and found that it was just a tiny little cut, but it wouldn't stop bleeding because it was pretty deep, and a chunk of skin was missing. We headed to the urgent care so they could glue it or stitch it or something, but they wouldn't do it because it was too close to his eye. So off I went to the ER again (the third time in 6 months) where M received 2 little stitches.
They numbed it with some topical cream, and then we waited... and waited
The worst part was holding him down for the stitches. He didn't like that one bit. But, it was quick and (hopefully) painless, and then the nurse brought him juice and crackers, so he was happy as can be. It's pretty bruised today, but in a few days, he'll get the stitches out and be good as new. Just in time for his little daredevil self to return.