6-year-old boys probably didn't immediately pop into your mind.
But last night around midnight, the thunk in the night was Noah, who either fell out of bed, or tripped getting out of bed. No screams of pain. No crying out loud. Just a boy with a lot of blood coming out of his nose, quietly wimpering in the bathroom.
I heard the thunk (all of our bedrooms have hardwood floors), and knew right away what had happened. Because it happened a few months ago. I don't remember if it was Noah or Grayson that time, but I'm thinking that it might have been Grayson.
Theresa was not far behind me as we discovered Noah, doing the potty dance in the bathroom (because he still had to go), but he wasn't really awake yet, and didn't quite know what to do. So I grabbed some tissues and squeezed his nose. But he had been crying for a bit and had a fair amount of mucus in his nose, so I told him to blow and blood flies everywhere! And then Theresa says "You don't have them blow their nose during a nose bleed". Good to know... about thirty seconds before.
We got the bleeding stopped and he crawled into our bed as we cleaned up the bloody trail that he'd left behind. (So how many of you are really freaked out by the liberal use of the words blood, bloody, and bleeding in this missive?)
As Noah got into my side of the bed, I looked very closely at the pillow before I lay down next to him. Apparently we had applied pressure for long enough, because there was not a drop of anything to be found. (You thought I was going to say blood, didn't you?)
Makes us kind of rethink the bunk beds that we've been considering.
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Don't worry - the top bunk has a decent guard rail. The boy in the top bunk will probably be safer than the one in the bottom, as far as falling out goes. Now, I'm not sure about climbing down the ladder half asleep to use the bathroom, though...
My poor nephew. I hope his nose is OK.
I hate those midnight ramblings and the subsequent parenting that must be done in a half-awake state! My oldest dove out of the top bunk of his bunk bed when he was 6, over the guard rail and smashing into a handmade wooden cradle that was demolished in the process. He slept through it but it scared us to death!
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