Some of you who have tried cutting a baby's nails would know it is a nail bitting experience. Those uncontrollable flailing hands and legs make it so hard. So it's probably no surprise that on Saturday, the inevitable happened - I snipped some flesh off Lyra's thumb.
Knowing that it is an inevitable outcome of course didn't lessen any of the guilt I felt. Her blood soaked plaster and mittens (to prevent her from sucking on the plaster/thumb) made me felt worse. Lyra was quite brave. She cried only for a short while, but the cut was deep so she was bleeding for quite a few minutes. Sigh...
And it didn't help that Vinc (mean mean man, you) kept reminding me by asking Lyra when I was within earshot, "how's your thumb Lyra? Mommy so careless ah...". And to think 4 years ago, when Lucas rolled off the bed on his watch, I was sensitive enough not to say anything as I know he would have been guilt-ridden... I know he was joking and poking fun at me... but still... ungrateful hubby... hmpf...
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Lyra darling, mommy didn't mean to be so butter-fingered and hurt you. Your wound would probably have healed but I think I'll be feeling bad for some time. I'm so sorry sweetie.
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