Nothing to do with the Sly Stallone flick, but we had our occurrence of first blood this past Sunday afternoon.
Davis was sitting on the bottom step of the stairs, and Dad was bringing over the kiddie gate to block it off. Davis got up from the step when Dad asked him to, and as he was walking toward the living room, Dad stepped too close, and Davis tripped over Dad’s toe. Smack! Right on to the hardwood floor.
I’m not sure if he connected directly with the hardwood, or if the plastic hammer he was carrying was sandwiched between him and the floor, but when I picked him up, blood was running out of his left nostril. Now I don’t mean a trickle, or a few drops. There was flow. Dad was extremely upset at the thought that Davis may have just broken his nose.
Up the stairs we went, where Mom was already getting a wet rag to help staunch the flow. After about five minutes, the bleeding at stopped, except for the occasional spotting. Another five minutes, and Davis was tearing around as if nothing had happened. Further monitoring revealed no swelling, and so no broken nose. He had a couple of little blood spots on his bed sheet this morning, but no further evidence of anything wrong with the nose.
Posted by retrophisch at February 21, 2005 10:52 PM | TrackBack