First Blood. Boo Hoo.

Yesterday at the playground A bled for the first time. It was very sad and very dramatic. V was already crying after having hit his head and as I consoled him, A fell and bit her tongue (which is perennially out of her mouth). I could not tell what was bleeding at first because she was crying and smearing blood and tears and snot all over her face and my shoulder. The most amazing part of this whole experience was the lack of  help. The playground was FULL of people. Dozens of parents, each with one or two kids, and not a single person approached me as I carried two crying babies, one covered in blood, over to the other side of the playground to get the other two monkeys. Once I had them both in the stroller and had cleaned her face and we were leaving, a man came over to see if I was okay. I think I was pretty unfriendly to him. Thankfully A's tongue bled a lot but only for a little time and it was only a cut and not a lost tooth or something worse. It is comforting to know that should I ever have a bleeding ambulance like emergency in the playground that nobody will care or help. Very nice.