Day Three Staying at Home with EB: Injuring My Child

Yes, that’s right. Every mother’s fear has been realized in me, Jeni Wright. After EB’s 7:00 bottle this morning, I decided to brave the ever daunting task of cutting my daughter’s fingernail. I have been putting this off for so long now EB’s fingernails are long enough to provide a canvas for the second painting of the Sistine Chapel. On the fourth fingernail, EB’s mouth turned down and her lower lip popped out and her face turned bright red and after ten seconds of silent ranting, the loud, violent wailing started. My poor little baby girl! I hugged her to me while she cried and cried for what seemed like forever - but was actually about 2 minutes. The next thing I know, I see her smiling through my tears…uh, I mean….her tears. (No way am I such a softy that I would cry harder than she did). After calling DB and a quick debate about whether or not she needed to go to the hospital, I wrapped her hand tightly in a green bib and decided to wait it out.
Now she is playing on her RRRoaring Fun Play Gym and keeps looking at her hand as if she is trying to remember why it has this big bib wrapped around it. Is the short term memory of a baby the same as Dory on Finding Nemo? Whatever the case, she is fine, and maybe one day I will finish cutting her itty bitty fingernails. Now that the worst has happened, it can only go uphill from here, right?

I am also curious to know how many of you mother, fathers, grandparents, aunts and uncles have maimed your child in a similar way. PLEASE share a comment and make me feel better, okay?