Ivan: Nose bleed

This morning out of the blue, Ivan's nose started bleeding. Seconds before he and I were quietly practicing writing in his journal. Then he got up to go and play by the couch. A second later, he was flying into the bathroom. I followed him from the couch to the bathroom. There was a trail of blood. By the time he got to the bathroom to grab tissue, he had blood all over his shirt and hands, and all over the floor. Allen, of course, was right behind me, grabbing the chance to enter and explore the bathroom.

After I managed to remove Allen from the bathroom, I went to help Ivan. One on hand I was surprised, how he knewwas on what to do--to run to the bathroom to grab tissue--while on the other hand, he was really scared. I laid him on the couch and pried Allen of him, who, of course, wanted to climb on Ivan to play.

Ivan was scared and freaking out, crying "I want dadda. I want dadda. Dadda is better." It stung a bit that he wanted dadda, not me.

Then I took him upstairs and laid him in bed. He thought he was sick, so we measured his temperature. He was fine. I plopped Allen in the pack-and-play so he wouldn't be hanging off Ivan.

Ivan just wanted to be comforted and babied.

"I had a blood tection," he kept explaining to me, and later to Andy.
 "It was a blood tection."

I have no clue why his nose started bleeding. Probably because he's contantly picking it. And although a nose bleed is not dangerous, when that blood starts gushing and gushing, it's scary because it doesn't look like it will ever stop. Ivan never had a nose bleed before, so he must have been really frightened. My poor baby.