First Blood

Just the other day, I wrote about babyproofing so this post is horribly ironic. Well, life's like that, always full of surprises.

Yesterday, we were just hanging out in my room: Baby S, my daughter E, and my son K. We were talking about something I don't remember what when Baby S let out a big, fat cry followed by a loud scream from her mom. Accidentally, Baby S had slipped her hand inside the electric fan, and the blades caught her thumb. E hugged her tight, while screaming at me, "Mom, there's so much blood!" I grabbed a towel and started dabbing at Baby S's thumb to assess the damage. At first, I thought her finger had become all mangled up but fortunately, she only suffered minor cuts. I suppose she's just a bleeder like her mother.

I still remember when E bled through a number of towels so many years ago. I had just arrived home when E came to me crying. A playmate had accidentally pushed her, and her head hit the balustrade. Although I was about six or seven months pregnant then, I carried her to the bathroom and washed her head. There was so much blood but when I finally found the wound, it didn't look so bad. Of course, she had to have stitches, four if I remember right.

Baby S is fine and walking about. I think her mom and her uncles were more worried. The boys were hovering while I treated Baby S's cuts. Her mom had tears in her eyes. Surprisingly, I was calm throughout the whole episode. I had to be.

And guess what? After I treated her cuts, Baby S smiled and said, "Na na!" Her version of "No more!" Brave girl :)