Yesterday...
...Drew kissed a stocking and pulled the ceramic piece holding it down on his head. Blood gushed. He cried, but more about me looking at it than anything.
Today...
...Drew disappeared (apparently) with my scissors and appeared with a slice in his finger. More blood. More tears. Put his hands over my eyes so I wouldn't look.
Hopefully Christmas will remedy these bad Mommy moments.
Think I'll be getting coal from Santa.
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Was he trying to protect you from becoming distraught?
No-- it's more like he thinks he'll have to go to the Dr if I look at it, or that I'll touch it or do something to it. I think it's left over from when he went to the hospital and every time someone 'looked' at his surgery spot they hurt him...
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