I realize this isn't the most flattering picture of Cooper and years from now he may take up some issue with that but that's beside the point. On Friday night we went to a friend's house for Game Night. It's been a long time since we had a game night and we were ready for some fun! Cooper came with us, of course, and we put him down there. He sometimes has trouble going down in new places and because we put him to sleep on a bed we had to make sure he was really asleep before we started our games. Well, the mark on his nose comes from his battle with the bed. We were ready to leave after Cooper had been sleeping for some time and I went to get him.
When I walked in the room, the bed was empty and there was no baby to be found. I heard whimpering and ran to the other side of the bed. It was as if he had scaled down the night stand to the floor and then got down on his stomach to crawl under the bed to get to the door. I could only see his diapered butt sticking up in the air. I grabbed him and hugged him for a minute as I figured this was a bit traumatizing to him. It was only after I looked at his face did I see the copious amount of blood trickling down his nose. Traumatizing wasn't the word for it! I ran him into the bathroom and threw on the light which only delighted him further and threw a towel over his face. This was clearly more painful for me than it was for him because he had zero tears. The bloody nose was quickly healed but the cuts and scratches remain. We actually thought we would wake up to his first black eye but luckily we came through with his gorgeous face still in tact.
I went to bed that night wondering exactly how the next years of his life will go. Ryan handled his bloody nose much better than I did, what will happen when he breaks an arm falling off the monkey bars, or dislocates his knee in soccer?!?!? I guess I'll have all these little episodes prepare me.
~Ahna
