While playing in the living room, my husband suddenly held up his hand with a confused look on his face and a drop of blood on his finger.
“I think he’s bleeding.” He concluded, referring to our 15 month old. I looked at his mouth first, then saw the drop of blood on his sock. So I pulled it off and looked all over his little foot. Nothing.
Somehow both of us missed the blood ALL OVER the toy he was playing with and the floor around it.
It was truly a shocking amount of blood considering Kellan didn’t make a single complaint or whine.
Though it took a moment, we saw that his whole right hand was bloody, and actually dripping on the floor.
I quicky picked him up and rushed him to the sink to clean it up and figure out the source. Initially it appeared that he had several cuts on his fingers, but after some time it was clear that the tip of his middle finger was the source of the blood.
It was a fairly deep cut, but I figured if I could keep pressure on it (which ended up something like wrestling an alligator) it would stop bleeding. It wasn’t going to be that easy though. After several minutes, which felt much longer I removed the towel to see it was still bleeding.
My husband grabbed a cotton pad and a bandaid and we tried our best to wrap it tightly around his tiny finger. Although Kellan didn’t even seem to notice he had cut his finger, at this point he was screaming and kicking and demanding the bandaid come “OFF!”
We did everything we could think of to distract him, and he left it alone for a few minutes.
I figured everything had settled down so I left the room to make dinner and Kellan played while his dad cleaned up the blood on the floor.
“Oh man!” I heard my husband yell. “He got it off!”
I rushed over to see Kellan still happily playing, and bleeding again.
A regular band aid kept it in place a while longer, but about half and hour later, at bed time, the band aid was soaked through.
The next 30 minutes were full of tears, screaming, holding his arm as still as possible, and trying numerous times to wrap a band aid around his finger.
Luckily as I sit here writing this, I can say we were finally successful. It appeared that the cut had mostly stopped bleeding, and after Kellan was thoroughly distracted, he seemed to forget about it.
I watched him on the monitor, laying unmoving except for his right hand, continuing to flex his fingers as he fell asleep. And now, finally, he is still.