Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Frenulum, Frenulum, Frenulum

Long before you were born there was this incredible moment in the 2008 Summer Olympics. Michael Phelps, who was on a medal-winning tear, was competing in the 100M butterfly finals. What looked to be a very near second place finish turned out to be another gold medal for Phelps. The timing of his final stroke propelled him ahead of his closest opponent by one one-hundredth of a second. That moment had people all over the country screaming, me included. It was the very definition of exhilarating, Eddy.

One one-hundredth of a second.

That's how much I missed you by on Monday. You were Phelps and I was that Serbian swimmer and it wasn't your hand that hit the wall first. It was your face. On the arm of the rocking chair. Pop. Screaming.

I knew it was bad the instant that it happened so I did what I do when you need immediate, effective comfort - I started nursing you. You calmed down from your no-noise cry within a few seconds and when I was able to take a closer look we were both covered in blood.

I felt awful - beyond awful. You calmed down, the bleeding stopped, and you resumed play as usual. About 20 minutes later you settled down for your nap at the normal time.

We are now on day 6 of RSV - Really Sucky Virus - which has involved 6 straight days of a rising and falling fever, a hearty cough, and a runny nose. You alternate between being a happy, normal dude to being a melt down mess. When you woke up from your nap, you kept wiping your nose which caused your mouth to start bleeding again. Cookie had come over for the day and it took both of us to take a closer look. While she held your head, I opened your mouth and what I saw made me sick to my stomach. In all of that blood was an enormous flap of skin. And now it wouldn't stop bleeding. We needed to see a doctor.

Now I was feeling beyond beyond awful. When I called your dad, I lost it: "Ed is okay, we're on our way to the hospital because he busted his lip and it won't stop bleeding." Papa was on his way.

There was an incredible nurse at the registration desk at Dell Children's Hospital that took a look at your lip - your frenulum to be precise, that little flap that holds your upper lip to your gums - and told us that kids bust these all the time and that there isn't really a fix. She saved us from a copay and an eternity in the over-crowded waiting room, where I'm certain that the girl that climbed the wall in the preview of that one scary movie was in action. Papa was pulling into the parking lot just as we were walking out of the ER and you were as happy as ever to see him.

Crisis averted. RSV is still kicking your chubby tush but your mouth is just fine. Your frenulum. It's always been one of those words that I remember when I hear it but now it's stuck in my brain. I will never forget it. Frenulum.

One one-hundredth of a second. I'm so sorry you beat me.

A Popsicle was in order after a day like that. You weren't quite sure what to do with it.


  1. I am sorry you guys are having such a rough week! It is always so hard when they get hurt, especially when you were so close by but just couldn't get there. Your little boy is such a cutie though! I hope your weekend gets better.

    Stopping by from Saturday Sharefest :)

  2. Happy Sharefest. It breaks my heart that your little is has had to endure RSV. That was my worst nightmare when I had my two preemies in the fall. I'm glad his frenulum turned out ok. I actually had to get my daughter's frenulum cut at 20 months. I guess that's a good thing. Oh, the things moms go through, huh? Have a wonderful weekend.

  3. Aw poor baby! I am certain he will be just fine. Good luck - RSV is just not fun.

  4. This post got me, that little face and your poor heart. How you both must have felt :(


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