Baby...my poor wounded Baby...
Jun. 9th, 2011 07:13 pmJonner has somehow managed to felt up. His shoulder length hair has turned into a knotted, felted mass. Right down to his scalp.
So I cut it. And in the process I saw blood.
I had nicked his scalp with the scissors. Blood rolled down his neck, onto his chest and back.
It's a small nick, but headwounds bleed.
He's all woozy and lying flat on his back right now, about to go take a shower when his knees can hold him.
Bad Mom of the Month Award ahoy.
So I cut it. And in the process I saw blood.
I had nicked his scalp with the scissors. Blood rolled down his neck, onto his chest and back.
It's a small nick, but headwounds bleed.
He's all woozy and lying flat on his back right now, about to go take a shower when his knees can hold him.
Bad Mom of the Month Award ahoy.
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Date: 2011-06-10 04:49 am (UTC)She was fine physically, but I scared the living daylights out of her - she screamed for 45 minutes and refused to come near me for the rest of the day.
*bad auntie*
The maneuver probably kept her from being hurt, but I still feel awful about it. Lucky for me I don't think she remembers it...
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Date: 2011-06-10 05:58 am (UTC)