Third Child

 My sweet little boy. Number three.

 

 He hit his head tonight on the corner of one of our end tables.

You know how heads can bleed.

It's a little unnerving.

But he's the third. So there was no panic.

I knew a his blankie, a sippy cup and a snuggle with mom would make it all better.

I remember this same exact scenario playing out with Christian five years ago. 

I called Ryan and made him come home from work to look at the cut and help me decide if we should go to the ER. There was blood everywhere and I could hardly breathe. Funny how things change. Tonight it was really no big deal.