Sometimes, they might step on something sharp like a thorn or pine needle...nothing major. Every once in a while, a scratch may occur from running, jumping, skipping or the like...again, no harm, no foul. Or maybe the baby will pick up this....
and drop it on his teeny, tiny, baby big toe. Oops.
As I was playing catch with The Bigs, I saw Trey monkeying with the 2x4 and thought not much of it. Why is there a 2x4 in our front yard? He had it in his hands for approximately 5 seconds before he dropped it. He knew and I knew immediately that it was going to be bad. I rushed over to him, scooped him up and his toe was already bleeding...a lot.
After convincing Joe and Bella that no, Trey was not going to die, I shuffled everyone inside and put my non existent nursing skills to work...this included grabbing the nearest, cleanest wash cloth and calling Jay. I just couldn't tell if Trey needed to go to the emergency room or not. So, following Jay's advice, I put Trey in his high chair and gave him some blackberries and turned on some rockin' Fresh Beat Band. He stopped crying, but his toe didn't stop bleeding.
Let me preface this next part with a disclaimer. I LOVE our doctor's office. The nurses are always helpful and make time for us, plus all the doctors are great with our kids. But the following conversation was comical. Being a tad flustered, I was tripping on my words at first trying to describe the situation. This is what Jay heard from my side of the convo. "Yes, he was barefoot." "Yes, a 2x4." "Right, outside, no shoes, a 2x4." "He'll be 2 next week." "Yep, barefoot." Sigh...."We'll be right there."
The doctor and nurse were great, though, despite Trey's crying and screaming "HAVE A NICE DAY!" and waving Bye-Bye incessantly. We were home in no time.
I took him this morning to get an x-ray...which was none too pleasant to keep a 2 year old occupied in an adult oriented waiting room and an hour long wait. But all's well that ends well...no broken bones.
Trey is not bothered at all by his toe and look where we were tonight after dinner....
Outside...barefoot...again. Don't tell on me, please.