The other night my poor baby boy came up stairs crying because he had a bloody nose. I took him into the bathroom and sat him on my lap while I pinched his nose for some period of time that seemed like an eternity but may have been less than a minute. Jack told me that I was pinching too hard and that he was fine and wanted to go back to bed. I thought, “Wow! He recovered from that scare so quickly. What a big boy.” Because I remember sort of freaking out about bloody noses as a kid. Of course Jack has more experience with them, living in this dry air, and living with an older brother who occasionally “hits him too hard with a pillow accidentally.”
I took Jack back to bed, tucked him in, laid there for a second until he screamed, “IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN” and I bolted awake and pinched his nose again. Some indeterminate amount of time later, he patted my arm and said, “That’s good, Mom. I’ll lay down and come get you if I need you.”
I trotted off to bed like a good little mommy, shaking my head at my big boy and his calm maturity.
I got in bed, closed my eyes and slept for 5-10 seconds before hearing, “MOM! MY NOSE IS BLEEDING AGAIN!!!”
This third nose bleed (ok, I am sure it was just a continuation of the first one) is the one that woke me all the way up. This time, instead of being in awe of the way my 3 year old can take charge of a situation I thought, “WHY AM I LISTENING TO A THREE YEAR OLD? Who is in charge here?” Not him, and certainly not me. So I turned to my good and loyal friend, my constant companion, the internet. It turns out, you are supposed to pinch a bloody nose for 10 minutes. Not a random about of time, or until your 3 year old gets bored, and you both just really want to go back to sleep. It’s 10 minutes people.
Jack and I sat on the couch, and I pinched his nose for 10 minutes by the clock on the microwave. Then we all went to bed and slept until morning. Thanks, internet.