Bumps and Bruises
A very smiley and exuberant little Wyatt was on the floor laughing and showing me the toy he was playing with. I was at the table filling out paperwork to send to the hospital to request a refund for an appointment we paid for out of pocket but had coverage for. (oh the irony) Wyatt, practicing his new skill of pulling himself up on everything, grabbed onto the back of the dining room chair across from me and just as quick as I realized what was about to happen, he pulled the chair down on him. Luckily our chairs are pretty light, but the back of the chair came down on him pretty hard. Wyatt started screaming in one of those, "I first stopped breathing and then let out a horrific cry" ways. I threw the chair off him, grabbed him and held him against me, rocking him. Poor little guy had two bloody nostrils. He wouldn't let me touch his nose, so of course my most "rational" mommy brain thinks: Is his nose broken? Omigosh is his FACE broken? D