The One With The F Word.

No, not that f word. The other one, baby fingernails. I hate cutting my daughter’s fingernails. They’re so tiny and she never stays still. When she was a newborn, we tried to use little baby nail files instead of clippers. Ha! That was a big fail. I’ve also tried to con my hubby into clipping her nails but since he leaves his toenails Freddy Krueger style, he never thinks they need clipping.

When she was about 2 months old I nicked her thumb with the clippers. I held my breath, looked at her to see if she was okay, and then there was crying. Both of us were in tears.

I raced to the bathroom to find something to stop the bleeding. I grabbed a tissue to wrap around her thumb but her arms were flailing about. Blood was smeared all over her clothes, her blanket, her face, me, and our bedspread. It looked like a bloodbath. She was starting to calm down but I was still in a panic.

I couldn’t believe that much blood was coming from such a small finger. I found some bandages but trying to put one on her finger was impossible. Those fingers are teeny tiny. I called my hubby at work to tell him what happened and he assured me that our daughter would be okay.

She was still bleeding and I found some gauze and tape. The makeshift bandage I finally got on her finger was bigger than her whole hand since that was the only way I could get it to stay on. There were layers of gauze and tape wrapped around her tiny, bloody thumb. Then she was trying to suck on her fingers and my new mom-itis got me thinking that she was going to swallow the bandage. I could just picture having to take her to the ER for choking on it. Oh, the joys of new mommyhood.

So I swaddled her until the hubby got home. I’ll never forget the look on his face when he saw her bandaged finger. Just earlier he was telling me that she would be fine and then he sees this HUGE bandage on her finger. I took it off and showed him the cut because I thought he was going to start panicking.

Now that my little girl is older, it’s only gotten more difficult to cut her nails. Whenever I try, her legs go thunk thunk thunk against her changing table. It’s like she does these tap dancing routines. People have suggested trying to cut her nails while she’s sleeping but she’s asleep and she wouldn’t stay that way if I did. I couldn’t imagine having to sneak into her room with the hubby, flashlight in one hand, nail clippers in the other.

I think they need to have grooming salons for babies. Out of all the things that come with motherhood, cutting fingernails is something I would pay big bucks for someone else to do. Bring on the diaper blowouts, throw up, teething, crankiness, screaming, whining, and tantrums. I would rather leave those itty bitty fingernails for someone else to cut.

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Don’t Fret, It’s Music Monday! Pearl Jam

Pearl Jam – Porch

When I was 16, Pearl Jam came out with their first cd, Ten. I’ve loved them since.

After finding out about my grandfather on Tuesday I needed music therapy and set my songs on shuffle. Nothing was doing it for me and then this song came on. This has been the song (and video) I’ve turned to when my emotions get the best of me.

Have a great week everyone!

*Still trying to get through the India section of Eat. Pray Love. I really thought I’d have it done by now but my grandfather’s passing really hit me hard. I literally found out about my grandfather just minutes after posting that I’d have my review up about E.P.L by the end of last week. I know people aren’t knocking down the “doors” of my blog for the E.P.L post but it’s more about getting it done for me.  :)

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Six Word Fridays: Wait

Wait:

I wait while you are napping.

It’s true, I love mommy time.

Laundry, cleaning, chocolate, dishes, reading, chocolate.

Lunch sitting down, what a concept!

I tip-toe to your room.

Peek to see if you’re awake.

So what do I do now?

Watch some television while waiting impatiently.

I’m giddy to have free time.

When I get it, I miss you.

Finally I hear you waking up.

Sprinting to your room, can’t wait!

We continue on with our day.

Things quickly become messy again.

Running around, I try to keep up.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll enjoy time alone.

Not gonna happen, I’m Mom now.

 

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To My Beautiful Mother….

Happy Birthday Mom!

You are my rock. You are always there to talk and listen whether it’s about me having new mom freak-itis or if I’m just having a bad day because of something petty. I wish we lived closer and I miss you so much. The hubby misses you and your cooking.

The little girl misses you too, especially since you’re her favorite grandma. Last time you came to visit, you covered her in plenty of  kisses. You would read to her and give her kisses. Hold her and give her kisses. Play with her and gives her kisses. You would always tell me to “make her stop because she’s too cute!”

We love you so much and wish we were there to celebrate your Birthday!

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