|No, it's not my imagination ... |
see the dark spot on the tip of her first finger?
Not that this is any excuse, but baby fingernails are tiny, people. Really tiny. There was a split second of awful anticipation when I realized I'd cut her finger, but before she reacted. My eyes flew to MJ's and I said, "Oh my God, I cut her," in a horrified whisper.
Then all hell broke loose.
I think the neighbors could probably have heard her. Her reaction to getting shots earlier this week seemed tame by comparison. And I felt just awful, despite the fact that it wasn't even bleeding. The hysterics went on for about 20 minutes, during which I realized she was probably overtired, which wasn't helping matters. I got her ready for bed, and by the time I was ready to put her in the crib, she had forgiven me and was smiling again.
By then, one tiny drop of blood had formed at the cut. I reassured myself and MJ that it was nothing, really. Just the tiniest of nicks. Which is why I was so surprised this morning, when I got her out of bed and found a quarter-sized bloodstain on her swaddle sack. It made my heart hurt, even though CC was acting completely normal and seemed entirely unfazed.
I'm sure this won't be the only time I accidentally hurt her. But it was the first time, and there was a fierce debate between my heart and my head. I know it was really nothing in the grand scheme of things, but I still cringe when I think about it.
P.S. The above picture was taken this morning. No, I did not whip out a camera and take a picture of my screaming-in-pain infant daughter. Just in case anyone was wondering.