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My poor baby (ok, he's 1 1/2, but he's still my baby) had a rough day. Which as you know means mom had a very rough day.
A couple weeks ago, we noticed a little red bump on his cheek and made a note to keep an eye on it. It was definitely growing so I called to make an appointment. It looked like a hemangioma, but those usually are present at birth, then fade. I thought it was weird to suddenly pop up and grow. His pediatrician saw him and said it was definitely a vascular growth (she called it a granuloma) that wouldn't go away and would need to get removed, so she put in for the referral. Today (the following day) I am driving around running errand, and glance in the rear view mirror to see blood all over his cheek and neck. Streaming. He must've felt it and scratched it, and since it's vascular, it was practically gushing. He wouldn't let me put pressure on it, and I tried a band aid that filled up in moments and fell off it was so wet! So long story short, 3 hours later we left the clinic where they'd been able to apply a pressure bandage and it finally stopped. It probably bled for over an hour. As if that wasn't exhausting enough, later that evening the kids were playing in the backyard and suddenly we hear breaking glass, and he cut his hand. We don't know how a glass jar got out there, but it jacked his precious little hand pretty bad. Four band aids later, he was back to eating blackberries and giving hugs. I tucked in my son with 5 band-aids all over him and said a little prayer that we survived a crazy day. Here's to hoping tomorrow is less eventful... 4 comments from 4 users
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posted by
creatress
on Apr 17, 2008 at 07:35 AM
YIKES! That IS a bad day! I'm glad at least it ended well. Try giving him beef over the next few days to help his iron count go back up. That sounds like a lot of blood to lose in one day for such a little guy. And for the record. I still call my 14yo my baby, and always will. They're NEVER too old! posted by
mom2twinboys
on Apr 17, 2008 at 08:43 AM
posted by
hmoeckli
on Apr 17, 2008 at 05:08 PM
posted by
kellimwheeler
on Apr 17, 2008 at 10:24 PM
B- You win the Rough Day Award hands down. I think you might even be in the running for the bronze star of motherhood -- Mommy Cried More Than Baby, No Good Horrible Very Bad Day Award. Cheers, K
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