I had pretty bad allergies when I was a kid, and I remember having a lot of bloody noses. If I think about it, I get the taste of pennies in the back of my throat. For that same reason, I couldn't take the iron pills I was supposed to take after I got pregnant and had D, they made me retch (happy thought, I know)…
But so far, I've been lucky enough to not have to sweat that with my kids. Until today. When D was playing with a pal out in the yard and had an accident involving a misappropriated soccer goal slamming into his face. He cried initially, but stopped the second I suggested going into the house to wash up. But when he stood up (he was laid out flat on his back) his nose started to bleed. I kept it together and took him into the house to do the 'pinch your nose closed thing'. Rose came in with us and gave him a little pat to make him feel better, but at that point he was mostly upset that he had to come in the house and miss the end of the beautiful warm day.
He mostly didn't want to sit still. Kept asking, "Can I get up yet?" and I kept trying to explain that his nose won't stop bleeding if he's up and running around…
So he might have two black eyes tomorrow, but let's hope not. If so, put in a good word for me with the social workers!