Battlescarred

In the immortal words of one Pat Benetar..."Love is a Battlefield" and if this is true, well then today my sweet, sweet Max and I had a skirmish. In my deep love for him, I felt it necessary to do a little nail trimming, as I don't find daggers coming at my face and throat constantly a fun thing. Anyway, he has been so incredibly happy and sweet the last two days I can barely take it. It's a love so crazy deep it breaks my heart. His laughs and giggles just melt me like butter. We had just come back from shopping, he'd been in his car seat for 2 hours and was still smiling at me. I got him out of the seat and laid him on the changing table and began the task at hand. Meanwhile Maggie is now standing at my feet yelling up at me, "MOM, MOM HO me (hold me)." So, first few fingers go off without a hitch. Now I'm on to his thumb, Maggie is now SCREAMING and crying and Max is getting a little jumpy. All is ok though, I have it under control. I carefully put the clippers on his little nail and CLIP. Suddenly Max is totally crying and i don't know why. But then, I look down and I see the hideous truth. Somehow, somehow I had literally cut the whole tip of his thumb off, like a horrifying chunk GONE! I felt so horrible, I just kept telling him how sorry I was. Let it be known that I've done MANY a nail clipping on Maggie and Max and NEVER has this even come close to happening before. So, at first there wasn't much blood, so I carried him in to get a bandaid and some neosporin and then carried him back to the table. Well, somewhere between the table and bathroom he started spurting blood. I looked down and there was blood gushing out of his little hand. The blood was getting everywhere and I couldn't stop it. Max was screaming and crying, Maggie was screaming and crying and I was nearly screaming and crying. I grabbed a rag and started holding his little thumb as tight as I could. Then I had Brooklyn grab me the phone so I could do what any smart person would do....I called Dixie. The conversation went a little something like this.
"Dixie, are you home?"
"Yeah."
"I'm having a crisis (explained the situation)." "I don't know what to do."
"I'll be right there."





And then she was there.

She picked up Maggie and calmed her. She looked up how to stop blood flow online, she got me an ice pack and paper towell for Max. She calmly helped me through as I was crying feeling so bad that I'd hurt my little guy so bad. Finally, after 20 minutes of applying pressure, applying ice, raising his little arm over his head the blood stopped gushing and we could get a bandaid on it. In this time we'd given him tylenol and a bottle and he was calm and happy.



Here we are showing off his battle scar/wound. All better with a Dora bandaid. He did manage to get 2 sets of bandaids off before I put more substantial bandaids on.

Just another shot of my little champ. He really did do pretty well considering I've maimed him for life.

There was blood, lots of blood. I don't have a shot of the paper towell or the ice pack smeared with blood.

I learned a couple of important things from this unfortunate situation.

1. Never cut your babies nails with ANY distractions. Or, just never cut your babies nails again.

2. Never attempt to mother without your sisters nearby. Seriously, where would I be without Dixie who calmly swooped in and saved poopgate '08 and now this fingergate '09. I thought I'd literally die when Lana moved away, 'cause she was my go to girl for all mom questions and quick fixes. Then Dixie came and filled the void so nicely. I will be so, so, sooooooo sad when I don't have a sister at my back door anymore. EVERYONE should get to be neighbors with their sisters and bestfriends, it really makes life so much more doable.

Ok, now, on to some other randomness.

Look who loves her some stuffed peppers! Yeah, she does, it's true. I have a great eater on my hands, and I'll enjoy it while I can, 'cause I realize that like tomorrow she could suddenly HATE everything I make.

Also, look who LERVES jicama. Yeah, she went to TOWN on this today. No matter that she thinks she's eating an apple.

In utter randomness, I'm conducting a little experiment this week, and it involves this:

Looks good huh? It's lemon pepper Sole and asparagus (doesn't asparagus make everything look swankier?). I recommitted hardcore to the gym (going every day), drinking my gallon of water a day and not eating after 7:00 p.m. for this whole week. Also part of my week committment is eating fish and asparagus for lunch every day. I know it's wierd, but I'm gonna do it, 'cause I'm SURE it'll bring me some results. I'll let you know.

Well, I guess that's enough for now. I really MUST get in bed, 'cause that alarm goes off VERY early.

Safety clippers and screaming babies,

Allyson

P.S. American Idol sucked the big one tonight. Noone so far has done well, except my boyfriend Danny. But, that's another post, another day.