My least favorite day yet.

I've been looking forward to today all week.  Jason was off for Veterans Day, and I had an extremely light day because banks are closed.  We had a casual morning, I went in and did two closings, then the boys were meeting mom and I at Costco for Christmas card pictures.  They had a free professional sitting if you order your cards there.  The perfect little afternoon plan.

Of course I couldn't find anything I wanted to wear at home, so I went to Target after my closings to pick out something new and festive.  I hadn't even made it through the door when Jason called freaking out.  When he got Hardin out of bed from his nap his face was covered in blood.  The bleeding wouldn't stop.  I was on the phone while he was trying to hold him down and see what was going on and that was excruciating.  All I wanted to know is if his mouth was bleeding or if he was spitting up blood.  He wouldn't let J look and all Jason kept saying was "I really don't know, but it's a lot of blood Tiff, it is all in his mouth and we are both covered." 

About the time I was getting in my car to drive home, Jason said it was coming from his gums.  I settled down a bit.  Early this morning, around 5:45, he'd been awake walking back and forth in his crib and I figured he'd probably been doing that again and fell.  As long as Jason was holding him and not touching his face, he was fine, no tears so we knew nothing was hurting him.  I told him to put the baby in the car and come to my office.  If we needed to take him to the emergency room, I wanted to go to the one in Gwinnett anyway.  Barrow Regional leaves a lot to be desired. 

Jason changed shirts himself and put the bloody baby in the car in his nasty pjs.  It's a good thing he didn't get pulled over, because he probably would have been arrested based on the looks of things.  By time they got to my work the bleeding had stopped and H was just fine.  I cleaned him up in the sink and we all calmed down.  I've never been so scared or felt so helpless in my entire life.  Poor Jason either.  I hated that he had to deal with that on his own.  I am thankful it didn't happen on my mom's watch though, for her sake.

Once everyone was clean and dressed, we headed to Costco to meet mom.  I wanted to cancel the pictures, but mom was there and didn't have her cell phone because she left it at my house Thursday.  Everyone was happy at this point, but H was bleeding a tiny bit again and I was sweating.  I was wearing my nasty old shirt with a red scarf I threw on, and we were trying to hold Hardin at the right angle as to cover the blood on his sleeve.  Needless to say the picture was terrible but we ordered the card anyway.  Mom's with H was a little better, and she got cards too.

Afterward, Gigi got H a frozen yogurt at the Costco food court and I believe that made it all worth while for the little guy.  That was his first fro-yo experience, and he loved it. 

Next up was crime scene clean up at home.  I wiped down the entire bed with Lysol wipes, threw away Jason's shirt, changed sheets and blankets, and put poor Doug in a bleach bath.  That little lamb looked like he'd been attacked by a wolf.  I guess that's the first thing H grabbed when he fell.  I'm sure glad Mimi has already purchased DJ (Doug Jr.), because I felt terrible putting H down without him after his rough afternoon.  He was feeling all around his bed for him and finally settled for Bunny.

Although it scared the heck out of us trying to figure it out, we are very thankful it was nothing more than a bloody mouth.  We are also very proud of our little boy for handling it like a champ.  He didn't cry at all except when Jason was trying to examine him.  That's the only thing that was comforting both of us.

Needless to say we did not take pictures of this day.  So I'll post a few more happy pictures from his birthday weekend.  H is the corn-hole champ, sweet boy.

For the record...  Jason is still sitting on the couch saying man, that was a lot of blood.  A ton of it.  So much.  That was so scary.