Precious moments

Don’t you just love those special moments when you’re sitting with your child, looking into each others eyes like on a television commercial?  I’ve had, oh, probably two or three of those moments, although mine always seem to end a little differently than you think they do on t.v. 

A week or so ago, Oscar and I were sitting on the floor.  He was on my lap looking at me, holding my face and leaning in to give me a little kiss.  He makes the most adorable little noise when he’s being sweet to me – when he gives me his favorite stuffed animal (his pink pig) to kiss or when he’s giving me his partially masticated breakfast to share (only if it’s particularly yummy and gooey). 

So, he’s sitting there, leaning in, making the sweet noise and giving me a tiny little kiss.  He leans back and does it again.  And I’m thinking, oh, my sweet little boy.  Isn’t he just the most precious thing ever?!?  He leans back a third time, much further this time, all smiles, holding my face, rocks forward with all the force he can muster, drops his head down and head butts me in the nose so hard that I fall over.  He’s laughing his butt off, I’m literally seeing stars and am so dizzy I cannot get up.  Then the little monster tries to pull me up to do it again, signing “more, more, more.”  By this time, I’m actually nauseous, but I don’t want him to freak out so I ask him to go get the ball from the other room.  I manage to sit up and my face is throbbing.  I touch my nose and almost start crying, it hurts so badly.  Thankfully, my attempted diversion worked and Oscar is chasing a ball around the hallway, so all is well in his world.

I bring this up today because I have just returned from my second visit to my doctor as a result of our special family moment.  I went in a couple of days after the “incident” because my nose was still swollen and hurt every time I washed my face or even when I was lying in bed on my side.  The reason?  Yeah, it was broken.  My son, who is not yet two years old, broke my nose.  What tops that?  He did it again.  This morning we were lying in my bed and he started throwing a tantrum (he wanted his milk in a bottle so he could lie down and he got it in a cup with a straw) and ended up kicking me in the nose.  The same nose that was already broken and starting to heal.  Good times.

June 18, 2009 Posted by Oscar and Etta's mom | Oscar | 8 Comments