He climbed onto the coffee table at his Nana’s house today, and took a dive off. His chin hit the edge of the table on the way down, and he took a chunk out of it. Poor little guy, was very hurt and shaken. I was at church, and got a text from Jeramy, letting me know what happened. I headed over right away.
I took this picture later in the day, after he had come back home and taken a long nap and a relaxing bath. He requested some snuggle time on the couch, and I put on the “Peter movie” we recently brought home from the library while fixing his dinner. A stuffed animal, a soft blanket, and some down time were just what he needed. The trauma of the fall, the fear, the “stinging medicine” (as he called it), and the removal and re-application of band-aids made him quite emotional for most of the day.
It is always hard, when our little ones get hurt.