But alas, on the eve of his birthday, he was taking his evening bath and disaster struck.
I didn't even notice at first. Nor did he.
When I walked out of the bathroom in my towel my mom asked why my chest was bleeding. When I looked I figured it was just a scratch from where Cruz pinches me while he is nursing (yes, he has starting pinching/scratching my chest while nursing. Its not malicious, he is just exploring recent motor skills, but none the less its painful).
But then I realized that my chest wasnt the only spot with blood on it. I followed the trail across my body and onto Cruz's, finally locating the cut fingertip.
Has anyone ever told you that fingertips bleed a lot? A LOT. Well they do.
The poor kid bled for the better part of an hour. Like really bled. Flowing.
He went through 4 band aids which where easily removed by curious little hands. Then I put a sock over it to try to prolong the life of the band aids. He was not the slightest bit fazed. He had the sock off in one foul swoop. Finally I whipped out a mitten and that kept him busy for about 8 minutes. But, of course, he was able to get that off eventually too.
Luckily the carpet suffered minimal damage.
My laptop is a different story.
A bloody mess!
His first band aid ever :(
Payback for the mitten