We were playing the other day, and he basically fell on my face. Some part of his head cracked my nose; not sure which of him hit me as my eyes were too full of tears to actually see. Poor guy was wailing as much as I wanted to, but at least he got over it quickly!
I, however, still feel like I broke my nose. I didn't. No blood, no bruises, no marks to show that my nose is now an ever-present, painful part of my face, as opposed to my ears, eyes, chin, cheeks and lips which are perfectly content to continue their pain-free, unconscious existence.
It was so sad. As I was putting him down for his nap today, he was giving me baby hugs. I love those! Except when he bangs his head into my nose AGAIN. Ow, ow, ow ow owwwwwww.
The hazards of mommyhood, I guess! Someday, I will look back on this and laugh...
Don't you love the baby hugs! And when those little fingers grab hold of your hand? Oh, the love!
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