Day 114...trama

May 13

It's Friday, the 13th....eh. I was telling Eli a bit ago, when I was a kid I had a long standing tradition of finding money on Friday the 13th. For whatever reason, every year on Friday the 13th I would find at least a dollar on the ground outside....in various different places. Hmm, weird.

When I got home from work tonight, Eli and Martyn were again waiting out in the driveway for me. Eli was looking mighty frazzled, Martyn looked fine. Eli said, as soon as I got out of the car, "Well, I tried out for world's worst father today...." I looked at him, a little alarmed, and glanced down at Martyn, who had a little "owey" on the side of his head. I said "did you drop him?" Not in an angry voice, but with certain concern. Eli stuck out his lower lip, and shook his head...."Did he fall off the couch?" I asked, a little more concern this time. Again Eli stuck out his lip, and nodded.

Apparently, he had been having a hard time all day with getting him to take a nap. A couple hours before I got home, Eli had finally gotten him to sleep and laid him down on the couch, kind of diagonally. He stood up, turned around and took a step, and heard Martyn stirring....he turned around, just in time to see the baby take a super man dive off the couch. Eli caught him before he fell all the way off, but he bonked his little head on the side of the coffee table.

Eli had grabbed him up, and was trying to comfort him for a minute, but Martyn was just screaming. (It probably really scared them both, I'm sure.) With out really thinking about it, Eli ran out to the truck, with the babe in arms, to 'rush him to the hospital'....

The handle on the driver side door of his truck is broken, which made him realize that he didn't even have the boy in the car seat, and he couldn't go to the hospital like that. He then also realized, that it actually wasn't that serious. Martyn had a little bump on his head, and a red mark down the front of his head, to his eyebrow...but he wasn't bleeding and he was able to be comforted.

Still, it was pretty traumatic for the both of them.

Eli said just when Martyn would calm down and settle for a bit, Eli would sniffle a little, which would startle the boy, and start him on a whole new round of crying. He was totally fine by the time I got home. Just hungry. Eli also said, that's how he knew Martyn was really ok, because he offered him a bottle after the whole incident, and Martyn ate it all up, no problem....I think he's having a growth spurt. Just for good measure, I checked his pupils after hearing the whole story, and they were fine...no concussion.

I felt kind of bad for Eli, he was pretty shaken up over the whole thing. Which is totally understandable, I would have been too if it were me. He feels terrible and keeps bringing up that he's afraid he's made our boy retarded....which kind of makes me laugh, and gets me annoyed at the same time because everything is fine. No need to keep bringing it up. It happened, and it was awful, but it's ok now, so let's move on. That's the way I see it.