My First Injury to My Baby

While in Dallas, I decided to cut my daughter's fingernails.  I haven't done in since the first time I cut her nails when she was one month old and I barely cut her and made her squeeze out two tears.  I thought, "It can't be that hard."  So I was cutting.  I did about 4 fingers, and then I got to the thumb.  I cut her nail, and then she looked at me and started to cry big time.  I looked down and the tip of her thumb was missing.  Aaaaw!  I completely freaked out.  No one was home and Meliya started bleeding.  I started running around the house trying to look for bandages and thinking, "should I take her to the hospital."  I called the owners of the house we were staying at, and when they asked if Meliya needed stitches, I said, "maybe."  Eventually Alvin came home to find two crying people at home (one of them was Meliya and the other one will remain a secret).  He said that the injury was not bad and even found the piece of Meliya's thumb, which was the size of an adult pinkie fingernail clipping.  He forced us all out of the house to eat dinner after bandaging up Meliya's wound.  (My aching heart was harder to bandage up.)  I realized that Meliya would survive, but every time she cried that night, I felt bad.  I didn't know if she was tired, hungry, or she was pained.

After two days, the cut was closed up, and after two weeks, the thumb looks completely new. 

Yeah!  Still, I realized a couple things from this incident.

First, she is going to get hurt, and sometimes it will be my fault, but I should just be ok with it and not freak out. 

Second, I will never cut her nails again.  She will be like Samson, except not with her hair, but with her nails. She will have long curly nails and then she will tap them together when she has evil plans.  Still, at least she will have all her finger tips intact.