So, anyway, Miles has a lot to live up to when it comes to bruises and injuries. But it seems he's up to the challenge. On Friday my mother called me at work and all I heard in the background was screaming. "Mandi, the baby's been hurt. His eye is bleeding." Now, I know my family. If my sister Rosie had called with this message I would have said, 'Oh really? His eye? I'll be there when I get there.' But my mother has watched so many kids grow up, she knows the difference between a little bruise and something worse. If she's worried about an injury, I need to take it seriously.
I've never driven so fast in my life.
On the way, I called Tony because he was closer and I told him to get home as fast as he could. Miles was hurt and I didn't know any details because I couldn't get my mom back on the phone. Needless to say, she had her hands full. We both drove home praying that his eye wasn't seriously hurt. Tony got there a few minutes before me and when I walked in the door Miles had stopped crying. But his eye was still so bloody that I panicked. It honestly looked like he was crying blood.
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Thankfully he calmed down enough for us to see that the cut was just near the eye and not on it. It was such a close call. He had followed my mom into the bathroom and tripped and smashed his face into the metal trash can. I was just so grateful that his actual eye wasn't injured... just right next to the eye.
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Thank goodness for Grandma's!
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