It was one of those days where everything seemed to be running smoothly—too smoothly. I should have known something was up. Just as I mentally patted myself on the back for completing another homeschool day without a hitch, I heard a scream from the other room. You know that kind of scream—the one that makes you instantly drop whatever you’re doing because you know something is wrong...really wrong, and you stop breathing for just a few seconds.
Malachi and Hosanna ran out of their room, yelling, "There's blood everywhere!" Just as Solomon ran past them with blood streaming down his face. When he got to me, he quickly dodged me and kept running. Where was he headed? We still have no idea. It was about to be out of the house when the whole family yelled in unison, "Stop running!" And he did...on a dime.
He's such a weird kid sometimes, lol.
Solomon was now standing there with what looked like a scene straight out of a horror movie. Blood was gushing from his nose like someone had turned on a faucet. It was Monty Python meets motherhood, and all I could think was, “It’s just a flesh wound!”
This was just two clean-up passes, with clots all throughout the tissue and paper towels. The rest ran down his face, onto the floor, and just about everywhere else while he was running.
Now, let me tell you, there are few things more startling than seeing that much blood come out of such a little nose. But in true Solomon fashion, my little trooper was surprisingly calm about the whole ordeal once he stopped running like Forrest Gump. Meanwhile, I was scrambling to find something—anything—that could help stop this geyser. I grabbed a tissue, but it was no match for the flood. Paper towels? Useless. The thought of calling in a hazmat team briefly crossed my mind, but then I remembered I had a secret weapon stashed away in my essential oil arsenal...Helichrysum.
If you’ve never heard of it, this little bottle of liquid gold is like the Swiss Army knife of oils. I quickly grabbed a Q-tip, doused it in Helichrysum, and gently swabbed the inside of Solomon’s nose. And just like that, the relentless blood flow stopped entirely. It was nothing short of miraculous. I half expected Solomon to throw his arms in the air and declare, “I’m invincible!” (though thankfully, he didn’t because there was still a fair amount of cleanup).
I just gently rest the Q-Tip doused in Helichrysum at the opening of his nostril and hold it there for about a minute. The bleeding stops immediately but I want to make sure it's good and done.
Once the bleeding stopped and the adrenaline wore off, I couldn’t help but laugh at the whole situation. There’s something about parenting that turns even the most dramatic moments into comedy gold—especially when you come out on the other side in one piece. Solomon, of course, was totally unfazed by the whole thing and immediately went back to playing as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, I was left to ponder why kids seem to save their biggest nosebleeds, messiest spills, and loudest tantrums for the exact moment you think you’ve got everything under control.
In the end, we both survived relatively unscathed, and Solomon now has an epic story to tell about the time his nose tried to outdo Monty Python. As for me, I’m just grateful for Helichrysum essential oil, Q-tips, and a sense of humor. Because, honestly, what’s parenting without a bit of drama, a lot of mess, and the occasional flesh wound?
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