In the past two weeks, I’ve had two things fall on the floor and break.  One was a bottle of vanilla (full bottle, too!) that was made of amber glass, and the other one was a coffee mug that Andy gave me from when the Super Bowl was in Houston.  That one, Jett picked up and threw across the living room.

With the vanilla bottle, I thought I cleaned up with really well.  Not once, but TWICE, we found Jett with larger shards of glass from that bottle in house mouth.

Yesterday, when Jett broke my coffee mug, I pieced it together to make sure I had all the pieces, and there was one little section of the handle that I couldn’t find.  I searched everywhere. There was nothing else I could do.  I remember thinking… surely if I can’t find it, Jett won’t either… And if he does, it’s just ceramic.. it won’t hurt him.

WRONG.  It’s very, very important to find all the pieces in a situation like this.

This morning, I hear Jett walking up behind me saying “here, here, here” in his own little grunt language.  I turned around and he had the missing piece of coffee cup handle.  I told him “thank you” and sighed in relief, and went on about my business.  A few minutes, later, I turned around, and noticed his mouth was ten kinds of bloody!  He wasn’t crying or fussing.  He was cracked out to Yo Gabba Gabba…

I hate having to do surgery on my kids!

 

After I got him cleaned up, I noticed that there was a little sliver of the cup in a cut on his bottom lip.  There was no way I could get it out by myself.  I remember when Braxton was younger, I broke a coffee pot on the floor.  A few days later, he stepped on some of the glass, and we thought it was out.  It wasn’t.  We made him walk around for TWO days with glass in his foot.  Not just a small piece either.  It was a good chunk.  We were devastated.

I headed over to my parents’ house to have them help me get it out.

It doesn’t look like much, but it was an ordeal to get it out.  He didn’t cry until we started holding him pretty tightly to have him still so that my dad could get in there with the tweezers. 🙁

It was right about this next photo when he started crying, and we had to try several different ways to get him still.

We had to take several breaks, because he just didn’t like being swaddled, held down, or forced to hold his head still!  He kept going back to Mimi!

After about 45 minutes or so, my dad finally had to hold on to him tightly while my mom busted his lip with the tweezers so that she could squeeze the shard out.  All this time, he was not really hurting… he was mad because we were holding him.  He wanted to play with the dog!

This little speck on my mom’s finger is the piece that was in his lip.  Sorry for the bad pics I snapped with my phone!

After it was out, he was fine, and never cried again!  We’re back home, and he’s back to watching Yo Gabba Gabba.  His lip doesn’t really look like anything happened to it!  Maybe a little busted!

Jett

I’d like to send a HUGE thank you to my parents for helping me out with this one!  I have no idea what I’d have done if they’d not have been home to help!