That Boy Might Not Make It...

So this picture was taken in November 2007 after I accidentally dropped Ben on a ceramic tile step. It was a complete accident caused because I was trying to multi-task, but no matter the reason, my son spent Thanksgiving 2007 with a black eye.

This was only one of the accidents I have had with Benjamin in his lifetime. I don't know why it is always Ben, but it is...

He was only a few weeks old when (in my diaper ignorance) put my finger in the leg of his diaper to pull it open to take a quick peek and caught his scrotum with my nail. He started crying and that's when I noticed the little bit of blood coming from my son's most sensitive part. I was horrified and it didn't help that I was in the middle of a new mommy's group and the local hospital. I quickly wrapped him up and began comforting this poor boy who had his nut sack assaulted by an OPI red sword of death, saying "Oh does boo have a little gas bubble?" All the new mommies nodded their heads as though they too had encountered this all elusive gas bubble and knew the havoc it could cause. Little did they know, my son had just been violated and was desperately trying to signal for somone to get me a pair of nail clippers.

The next time I hurt my Benjamin, he was just learning to walk and he teetered by me so proud of himself. I tapped his diaper covered butt with my big toe and the boy fell over like a redwood in the forest. Howls of terror erupted from my precious son and then I realized that I kicked my son's ass literally. It was just a love tap but I apparently forgot that I am the equivalant of Godzilla to his Tokyo.

The latest incident was a simple scratch to the face but even that made me feel just awful. Now it seems the boy thinks that being injured is a natural state of being. Last weekend he fell off a chair in the kitchen causing a bruise on the side of his face. This weekend I noticed a burn on the inside of his right wrist caused when his father wasn't quite quick enough from stopping him from reaching out to grab a fresh baked pretzels. Paul thought he stopped him because Ben only seemed mad that he didn't get his way but in actuality the boy was burned. I saw it today and now think that we need to get the boy a bubble suit. It might be the only way for this boy to make it to his 2nd birthday in 2 months.

As a matter of fact, Paul has posted a mailer on the refrigerator that we received from the new Children's Hospital in our area. I believe these nice folks will get to know us by name in the coming years and will eventually understand that accidents just seem to happen in this family... You have to remember I am the one who fell down the backstairs and broke my left foot off my left leg... You can't do that every day. It takes a true talent in the art of accidents.

I believe Benjamin will not quite have the talent I have at tripping (pun intended) into accidents but I have a feeling he will be the master of his own brand.