I was talking to my friend Kellie on the phone, and E was just chilling on his playmat, so I thought it'd be the perfect time for a little mani. (Yes, I know it's better to do it while they're napping, but I always swaddle him to put him to sleep, and I kept forgetting to leave his hands out so I could trim his nails, so it was now or never. Okay maybe not never, but much later - and patience isn't one of my strong points.)
As luck would have it, as I was getting ready to clip his pointer nail, he jerked his hand away and let out quite possibly the saddest cry known to man-kind (with Kellie as my witness - I swear, it was heart-breaking.) His finger started bleeding, and I felt horrible!! I can't believe I hurt my little buddy. :(
He didn't cry for long, but just kept whimpering in pain - he was probably too weak to protest! :( About 5 minutes after the "incident", Patrick called me and he could hear E whimpering, so he asked what was wrong. I go into the whole sob story and how I feel like the worst mother ever, and he just laughs and tells me not to worry; it's no big deal. But of course he can't pass up giving me a hard time, so he says he'll bring his suture kit home so he can stitch E's finger up. Haha, very funny...
While he didn't bring his suture kit home, he did bring this:
Yes, that would be a get-well card for Manny. He thinks he's sooo funny.
Of course it was all in good fun, but just to make sure his little joke didn't land him in the doghouse, he brought mama some flowers. :)
I have a good man. :)
Now I'm off to buy a fingernail file so this never happens again. :)
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