Living On The Edge

Matty has been exploring his dad's music recently. His favourite artists are now Elvis Costello, David Bowie, The Beatles and Aerosmith. He particulary likes "Living on the Edge". I don't mind him singing it the first thing in the morning... but I definitely don't want him to live that way.

Just the other day we went for what was supposed to be a pregnancy/family photo shoot at a studio. Everything was fine until Dada tried to carry Matty from a flight of stairs there. Matty's head banged into a glass lamp shade hanging from the ceiling.

Some glass shattered over them and Matty burst out crying. I thought he was just scared. But seconds later I realised he was hurt. Blood was pouring out from I don't know where. And everyone just rushed for tissue to help stop the bleeding.

Matty was surprisingly brave and only cried for a few minutes. He didn't cry on the ambulance either when they cleaned the cut on his forehead. Yes its true, I haven't seen many cuts in my life. Infact the only cuts I've seen are paper cuts. But I don't need experience to know that Matty's cut was deep and long. If only I had a choice, I'd want the cut on myself instead... just anywhere but on Matty.

Cuts and scrapes I guess can't be avoided, especially when you have a boy. But seeing how deep the cut was really hurts. Although the paramedics said it was not too bad, Matty ended up with 6 stitches!

Since the accident, Matty has been busy reenacting what happened. And often he would ask me why it happened.


MATTY:           "Why did Dada hurt Matty?"




ME:                   "Dada loves Matty. He wouldn't hurt you. It was an accident."




MATTY:           "What does accident mean? "



ME:                    "Something bad that happens that nobody wanted  to."



MATTY:             "Why did Dada not see the light?"



ME:                      "It was an accident. Sometimes not everything can be explained."



Luckily, Matty doesn't seem to be in too much pain. He'll take out his stitches next week. We're just really thankful that the glass missed his eye.

One question we'll probably never figure out is why the lamp shade shattered so easily. I was told it was from IKEA! And thats one place I'll never buy glass lamp shades from. Infact I'll probably just stick to their meatballs from now on.