firsts: injury

We had our first injury last week. It was incredibly sad and I felt like a horrible mother . . . yet somehow had the presence of mind to grab my camera. What can I say? Photography is such a great way to capture important milestones.

I neglected the housework all week since we were playing with my sister and her family at the beach almost every day so I had a lot of chores to do. William was roaming around the living space, picking up little pieces of whatever was on the floor from my lack of vaccuming and practicing his new trick of climbing on top of whatever he can reach (i.e. an ice chest, his toy box, a dining chair, the ottoman, a soda box, etc.)

Eventually he made his way over to the piano and since I hadn't been paying him much attention, I walked over and pulled out the Big Yellow Songbook and started to play as he contently gnawed on the corner of the piano bench. Halfway through "Pitter Pat" he started to wail and I assumed he hit his gums too hard on the piano bench corner. After a few seconds of comforting, I plopped him on my lap and we continued to play the song . . . but then the blood started dripping onto my hands and that's when I flipped. I rushed him to the kitchen sink and frantically called my mom while trying to get a clear view of what was making my little baby gush. I saw that his two perfect bottom teeth were now "snaggle teeth".

My mom instructed me to get a wet towel and gently try to press the teeth back to their correct position. Anyway, long story short (and about a million kisses later followed by some heavy duty snuggling and nursing) he is perfectly fine. I know you've got to just let your babies learn the hard way sometimes and I'm actually really good about letting him fall and pick himself back up, but boy does it hurt when they hurt!