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Only soft ottomans in my house

Doris — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 11:03:41 -0500

Big hugs to your brave little man. I have three boys, who now are all at least 1 inch taller then I am, I can remember when I banned coffee tables.

My middle son never walked, he started running. He just let go of my hand and ran, it was scarey at the time, but now it's amusing to think back on those clumsy sick months of him trying to learn balance!

He was 14 months old when he "ran" into the coffee table in our family room. I was horrified to see his beautiful blue eyes filled with tears and blood as the cut was just inches above his left eye. I grabbed him, my oldest son and we jumped into the car and raced to the emergency room. Once there, all cleaned up I could see the gash below the eyebrow, just narrowly missing his eye socket.

Eight stiches and we were homeward bound. All dreaded coffee tables were removed from our home the next day, and instead I purchased soft ottomans to old drinks and books.

Now he's 17, we still don't have coffee tables. He does have a cool scar that girls seem to love!

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Coffee tables should be banned

Denise — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 10:41:32 -0500

In fact, I did ban them from my home the day I got pregnant with my oldest and I have forbidden them ever since.

Even though we have only "big kids" now, I still will now allow a coffee table in the house. You never know when someone will play dinosaur hunter and have an accident. It's not worth the risk.

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My brave little boy

moonmommy — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 09:30:52 -0500

Today was a scary day around our house; my
first big mommy scare. Child o'mine was playing "dinosaur hunter" with
our Lab Lily and chasing her when he lost his balance and fell head
first onto our coffee table. The minute I saw his head I knew we needed
to get to the ER. It was a deep, wide cut just above his left eyebrow
(barely missing his eye, and we're thanking God it did). I tried not to
panic or cry, but that's pretty hard when your child has a bloody,
gaping wound. I quickly realized I had to get it together, that he
needed me to be brave so he could be.

To add to the drama, this
happened minutes before we were to leave to take my sister and 4-month
old niece to the airport. I called for my sister to come quickly and
told her I had to take my baby to the ER. She cradled him, holding a
cloth to his head while I frantically made phone calls trying to find
her a ride to the airport. Once we got that handled (thank you Kim,
you are a true blue friend), my sister suggested we put a bandage or
something on his head for the ride to the ER. She raced to her bathroom
and came out with a panty liner and some Diego band aids. We thankfully
snapped to our senses and grabbed some gauze and first aid tape instead.

I
had to rush out and leave her behind to wait for her ride, which is not
the way I would have liked to end our visit, but it is what it is.
Another true blue friend rode with me to the ER to keep me calm and
avoid a speeding ticket or worse, an accident.

My little boy was
so very brave at the ER. Watching him wrapped like a burrito, his face
covered in a blue cloth while the doctors/nurses were stitching him up
seemed to scare me more than him. He never cried but instead put on his
best big boy front and got through it all with flying colors.

We're
home now, and he's resting. I've said many prayers of thanksgiving that
four stitches was all he got and more prayers that we keep trips to the
ER few. All the mommy/child struggles and challenges we've had this
summer have faded from my mind, and all I want to do now is hold him
and love him and keep him safe. I love you, my brave little boy.