"E PLURIBUS UNUM"

Today, I had one of those moments that gives most Mum's the shivers and an eerie feeling that there so much more to come.

The incident really wasn't all that grand, really, considering the circumstance.

That's not to say that it wasn't truly terrifying, however!

After yesterday's catastrophe with the lap-top, I had moved my work back into my bedroom where at least the computer would be safe.

I had figured that the kids would also be safe as they have managed to only get into a tiny bit of trouble playing by themselves in my overly baby-proofed living room, to date.

Of course, trouble came stamped across their foreheads when my tiny trio were born, or so it would seem.

My day went better than usual, for the most part. We made it to nap time without anyone taking a spin in the sandbox (fireplace to you and me.)

We even made it through lunch without much mishap, in spite of Vivienne deciding to sleep late and have a late lunch by herself.

I even managed to get Bregon home and settled for the most part. My day was going well, or so I had allowed myself to believe.

Then came the horrific wailing emanating from my living room. At first, I couldn't hear it because of the source of the crying.

Kaiden, when super upset, or seriously hurt, will open his mouth so wide, and scream so loudly, that it quite literally, no noise comes out until he decides to take a breath.

Let me tell you, after that breath came, the scream that followed was enough to make everyone's hair stand on end!

Bregon started calling for me as I stumbled down the hallway in some attempt to get down it a bit faster than usual.

When I finally made it into the living room, Bregon was holding Kai, screaming that he was bleeding everywhere.

Thankfully, I already am used to the exaggeration factor in young teens, so I knew better than to panic outright.

I scooped Kai up from his brother, and took him to sit on the sofa with me.

I tried calming his beet red little baby boy self down as I questioned Bregon as to where Kai was playing when he got hurt.

As it turns out, he was allegedly standing on the end table, looking out of the window so that he could peer in between the houses and watch the traffic on Creswell as it flowed.

From what I can gather, he must have either pinched his finger in the window locks, or in the hinge of the little table he had used to climb up into the window.

I will probably never really know for certain which was the culprit, but I do know that he did in fact, pinch is tiny baby boy finger and it was bleeding A LOT!

I had Bregon bring me some paper towels to try and stop the bleeding so that I could assess the extent of the damage.

While he was fetching band-aids, I managed to get a good look at Kai's finger.

It appears that he managed to tear the top layers of skin off of the tip of his finger, and it was bleeding profusely.

It was bad enough that I could not stop the bleeding with the paper towels, so I had to go ahead and try to put the band-aids on to stop the flow and hopefully let it scab over some.

I did manage to get him to leave it on long enough for it to dry out a bit, somehow.

However, I really do think that the band-aids made him even angrier, as he seemed to have almost stopped crying before I applied them to his wound!

He spent the next two hours trying to get the darn things off! We went through two more sets of them before everything dried out enough to leave them off.

Kaiden will be just fine, but the whole incident was just plain scary for both me and for Bregon.

Maybe I should have checked the babies' warranty and read the small print somewhere down the line.

I'm sure that it must have been mentioned somewhere that Kaiden would end up accident prone.

After all, he is my little escape artist, my "Houdini," and also my own pint-sized "Errol Flynn" who aspires to swing from my chandelier without any harm.

I should have suspected that this day would come when he would finally get hurt from his antics.

But, as a Mum, I wanted to prevent as much of the bad things from happening as possible, which is why I have boarded up the china cabinet, raised the chandelier, and managed to latch the lower oven shut.

As I sat on my sofa, trying to calm the screeching very sad baby boy, I realized that this injury is just the very tiny start of what will probably be many, bigger and much worse wounds to come.

That's not a very soothing thought for a frazzled Mumsy, but all that runs through my head right now is, "E PLURIBUS UNUM..." One wound, out of the many yet to come.