Yesterday just as I sat down to breakfast before church it felt like someone dropped a bag of (insert something heavy here because my brain is too fogged to come up with something creative) on me. But I had to go. I was in charge of the lesson for my primary class and my kids were singing a musical number in sacrament meeting so I sucked it up and went. The kids sang great. Well the older three. j. was asleep on my lap. We came home and I huddled up on the couch upstairs reading and trying to feel better. Still felt yucky when bedtime rolled around.
This morning I still didn't feel well. Thankfully the older three can get themselves off to school pretty well. I was on the couch downstairs drifting in and out and j. brought down an orange. I told her to take it upstairs and peel it. She's peeled oranges before so I didn't think anything of it. A little while later I got up to use the bathroom down here and as I'm finishing up I hear this wail from upstairs. I yell up to ask what is wrong but I can't understand. I can tell she's hurt but it's not a piercing, shrill yell...it's a low moaning yell that something is wrong. I finish up and head up the stairs asking what is wrong as I go up. "I have blood" is her answer. And indeed she does. As my head gets above the railing and I can see her she has her hand splayed out on a paper towel on the table with blood all over her hand. Trying to remain calm (and I did pretty good if I do say so myself) I asked her what happened. She told me that she tried to stop it bleeding but she couldn't find any bandaids. I look at her hand with the blood and try to figure out where she is cut. I ask her and she shows me. It's by the base of two of her fingernails. "How did this happen?" I ask. She tried to tell me that she did it with her other fingernails trying to get something sticky off but when I washed off the blood and saw how it was cut I told her that fingernails didn't do that. She then fessed up to trying to cut the orange with a knife and it slipped. I'm amazed that she didn't start screaming when it first happened. There was even blood on the kitchen floor that she tried to wipe up. I calmly explained to her as I tried to get through to the dr.s office on one phone and T. on the other, that there was a reason that we didn't let her use knives and that she should have come and asked me if she needed help. I finally got through to the dr.s office and got an appt. T. wanted a picture so I sent him one and he said that there was no way to stitch it up because it was just a think flap of skin. So I called back and canceled the appt. I put a bunch of anti-biotic ointment on and bandaids and I guess that's all I can do. j. handled it pretty darn well. Here is the picture that I sent to T.
I am still feeling cruddy and I need to make a trip to the store to get some cold medicine so that I can make it through the day and get stuff done. I don't think I'll send j. to school today her nose is totally running and she has a cough as well so I think I'll keep her home....again. She's been one day this month.
Ah Monday's. Ya gotta love em.
Holy Cow!!!! from an orange? poor baby! Poor mommie too. I am glad you can just bandage it up and it wasn't too much worse ( is that proper english) ( wasn't worse) LOL
feel better and hugs to little fingers!!!!
oh my! I hate when my kids do stuff like that...especially when they don't tell me the thruth right way.
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Poor j! :( That reminds me of an incident from my childhood - probably about the same age. My dad, brother and I were downstairs and I wanted an apple. My dad told me I could go up and get one and for some reason I tried to cut it with a knife. I thought I'd been given permission, but must have gotten confused, b/c it clearly turned out I hadn't been. Maybe my mom usually cut them for us??? I cut my finger pretty badly while trying and remember being scared to death to tell him. I have a one inch scar to this day on that finger - nice reminder! ;)
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