We had our first bloody nose emergency today. She was screaming, I came running, it was a bit of a gusher, she’s crying. It’s getting on my shirt. I got in there, not panicking but certainly moving quickly, moved her to the living room, she’s lying on the couch, I find TP, I’m wiping carefully, trying to laugh and smile to calm her down. It was touch and go. She calms, things dry, it’s all relaxing. I start cleaning up. She’s laughing again, so we go back to her bed, she’s actually ready to nap. I close the door, and sit down.
The older boy calls down. “Bloody nose? She does that. We tell her to stop picking it, but she’s three.”
I need a drink.