baby rocks.

Just a small update here. Colton’s doing been great since the accident. He’s still the same ol’ happy-go-lucky little tot, running around and laughing without a care in the world. His lip doesn’t seem to bother him at all. The only time he appeared to even notice it was the first night when one of the dissolvable stitches started loosening, tickling his bottom lip. He kept licking it and licking it, and pushing it with the back of his hand like he does when food gets stuck to his lip. But it was bedtime and we put him to sleep and by morning it had dissipated.

Since this cold weather has really kicked in, he’s been showing signs of how much he misses going outside. He points to the window and says the same ‘word’ every time, so we go to the window and look outside. I’ll point out the people walking by, the cars driving by. We look at the trees and he looks inside our room at the big tree plant in the corner, showing his recognition. Today is a lot nicer out so we’re going to get bundled and go to the park. As long as it’s not too far below 40*, we still go, at least for 15 minutes.

As for me, I’m healing well too. It’s hard not to torture myself with feelings of guilt or to not replay it over and over in my head. Everyone who’s seen him says it doesn’t look bad, and I do look at it now and think, “okay I guess it’s not so bad,” but then I remember it’s not just like any other ol’ bruise or scratch, this one isn’t going to go away, and then I think, “but that is bad.” (but it’s not). I know he’ll have plenty of scars by the time he’s an adolescent. It’s just tough dealing with his first, and at such a young age. And I know it’s crazy, but it’s nice to be reassured that this doesn’t change him.