Andrew fell and bit his tongue really well. It bled for what seemed like forever! I had to call Momma Anne over to help me hold him over the sink and hold a cold, wet washcloth on his tongue. The whole time Andrew was bitting my finger and crying. Poor baby, I know it hurt. We finally got him to take some Mortin, the bleeding stopped, and everyone changed into clean, dry clothes. Andrew was tuckered out.
Momma Anne rubbed his back until he fell asleep on the couch.
This is the next day. Ouch!
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