Tuesday, April 15, 2008


I feel (felt) like I've done a pretty good job Little Elvis proofing our house.

Most of the time, he's locked in the front of the house. He gets to roam from our living room to his play area. But I do like to let down the baby gate that leads to the back of the house and let him roam back to our bedroom, closet and bathroom (I'm usually there.)

Our bedroom, closet and most of the bathroom have been proofed as well -- other than the toilet seat, it's apparently too big for a toilet lock.

There's only one room that isn't Little Elvis proofed -- the guest room.

This room is usually closed off. I keep my sewing stuff in there, as well as our winter (or summer) clothes. I had it opened during my massive reorg, and he mainly just played with the wicker trash can and the dress form.

This week that room has been housing stuff for our upcoming yard sale (Saturday.) Yesterday I was in there trying to go through Bob's old CDs while Little Elvis wandered around.

I keep forgetting how tall he is. I heard a thump and a wail and turned around to see that my precious little boy had managed to pull a vintage candy dish (heavy and glass) down off the dresser and onto his face.

His mouth was bleeding and he was crying so hard. While frantically checking out the damage (and apologizing over and over again) I saw something tiny and white on top of the cut in his lip. I brushed it aside and wondered what it was.

It was a piece of one of his front teeth. You know the ridges on baby teeth? It's that. It's a ridge. It's tiny. And I notice it everytime he smiles, making me feel even more guilty and awful for letting him in the room with the big shiny glass bowl on the dresser. The bowl didn't break, thank goodness. Not for the bowl, but for the fact that he didn't get hurt by shards of glass.

My mom told me to make sure neither tooth was loose and I did that as best as I could. He was definitely able to take several good bites of Mommy's fingers during this process.

His little lips were dinged and I tried to put a cold pack on them, which didn't go over so well. So I poured him a sippy of cold milk, hoping the cool of the milk would help them.

Little Elvis was a picky eater last night, but he was able to eat. I think it's more that he doesn't like my cooking. He refused the casserole I made. He wouldn't even look at it. But he happily devoured a fruit bar, crackers and yogurt.

Sleeping was also a little difficult last night. We think his lips were hurting him. Poor little angel. He looks like a little bruiser.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh no! I am guessing there is no root exposed right? Poor little guy. Things like that happen though. You can't always baby proof everything. Don't be hard on yourself. You are a good mommy. Hugs.

8:13 PM  
Blogger Lainey-Paney said...

i'm so sorry. it's so hard when that happens, isn't it???

8:54 PM  
Blogger Mighty Morphin' Mama said...

Aw, poor mommy. The first of many, many bumps. This stuff happens, you just can't anticipate everything. I have to admit that my baby proofing is more and more lax as the children multiply. The kids have so much stuff that is not baby safe and it is impossible to keep it all away. My littles had to learn pretty quickly what was okay and what wasn't, but there are always little accidents.
Don't feel bad, it is just one of those things.

1:32 AM  
Blogger Ann(ie) said...

OH sweetie. That's so rough! Ben fell the other day and it bled and bled and BLED. only a fat lip thank goodness. xo. Hang in there, mama. It's not easy to see them hurt!!

2:36 AM  
Anonymous Dawn @ Coming to a Nursery Near You said...

oooooh, poor baby. Libby walked smack dab into the futon arm when she first started walking and chipped her front tooth - and so it's still there, still reminding me!

10:29 AM  
Blogger MIP said...

Oh, poor mama and Little Elvis! Ugh, these are the things that are just bound t happen. I'm so scared of when MR has his first real accident. Rest assured that you are probably feeling the effects more than he is.

11:46 AM  
Blogger Kristi said...

Poor baby! I'm sure this will be the first of many injuries, but of course you can't help but feel insanely guilty. I know when my daughter bumped her head on the stairs and got an immediate and HUGE swelled black-and-blue, I felt like the worst mom in the world. Luckily, babies are durable!

2:11 PM  
Anonymous Laura McIntyre said...

Poor Little Elvis, these things do happen though.
Rebecca chipped her front tooth almost a year ago now (see here http://synchronizationofus.com/2007/05/16/feeling-guilty/)
and i still feel guilt over it, i think because its there for years .

6:37 AM  

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