I know there comes a day when each baby gets his/her first bruise, first scratch, first accidental Mommy/Daddy injury. For me, unfortunately, they all happened on the same day: today.
This morning Matty was playing in the living room. One of his balls rolled under the couch so I lay down on the floor to reach under and retrieve it. Matty took this opportunity to start yanking on my hair, I presume, as hard as he could. I reached back, blindly, to shoo him away; unfortunately, he leaned forward, or was just at the wrong angle to my fingernail. I felt the scratch and immediately heard the corresponding yell. It was a doozie. I didn’t just scratch him, but it broke the skin right on his little cheek. I felt so bad. My baby’s first injury and it was caused by me; talk about guilt. Thankfully he forgives and forgets quickly. We were back to playing as soon as he saw I had gotten the ball for him.
A few hours later Matty was once again playing in the living room. He was looking out the back window (it’s really low) and lost his footing. He bonked his head on the window ledge, and immediately starting wailing. He’s done this head bonking, wailing routine a few times before at this particular window. Sadly, this time he got the corner of the sill directly between the eyes. I knew right away that this time it was going to leave a bruise. And it did.
So now my poor baby has a scratch/cut on his cheek and a bruise on his forehead. I know that as he gets bigger and does more exploring that the bumps and bruises will get worse and I am not looking forward to that. It also means that he’s getting to be a little boy and not just a baby anymore; and that’s a little scary too!

Battle scars. :(

Mommy kissing it to make it better.

All smiles!