I was sitting here, Miles was playing next to me. All of a sudden I heard a thump, and a rustle and a cry.
“Oh my god, Miles just fell out the window,” I said to my husband. He ran outside.
I looked out the window to find my son standing in the ivy about 5 feet below my window, hollering. I could see a spot of blood in his mouth, and put my hands down to him. He reached up, took my hands, and walked up the side of the house until I could bring him inside. There was a red mark on his side. Another on his elbow. He wouldn’t let me look in his mouth.
I latched him on. And gasped. Because the niggling little discomfort I’ve always had when he nursed was gone.
He apparently popped the last of his tongue tie.
He’s acting 100% fine now.
I’m sitting here with the crazy eyes and the nervous laughter. I just don’t even.
