So, we had our first major panic attack heightened sense of worry moment this morning with Elliot. I had put him on the floor in the nursery – on a blanket, of course! – while I waited for it to be time to leave. He loves to roll all over the place now so he rolled and played with some rubber blocks. Ash came in and noticed something on his arm.

“Is that blood?” he asked, very concerned.

I jumped up and grabbed his arm and the boy had a cut about one inch long right near his elbow. No wonder he was starting to fuss!

“Quick! Get a… a… a…” I stumbled.

“A what?!?” Ash asked, still trying to tuck his shirt in.

I was holding his arm out so blood didn’t get on me, the floor, or his shirt and carrying him into the bedroom where I immediately pressed two Kleenex to the endlessly bleeding cut. I wasn’t freaked out – I was efficient. WE were efficient. I then carted him into the bathroom (where I had to oust my BIL a little before he was ready) and cleaned the cut with hydrogen peroxide. While I kept pressure on it, Ash unwrapped a Band-aid and applied it. Crisis averted, the Boy was happy as ever and didn’t even cry during the tending process. It looked pretty bad but I guess he handles pain well.

No idea what cut him. We were both on our hands and knees running hands over the entire area of carpet but the only thing Ash could find was the chewed up end (Zoey!) to one of his little plastic flossers. Perhaps that was the culprit but I am surely vacuuming like a mad woman as soon as I get home.

He was still in good spirits when I took him to daycare so it must not be that bad.

(Thankfully!)