Zoe loves to play in that cabinet. Not only can she open it, but everything (except the phone book) is at her level. It wouldn't be uncommon for her to bring us a package of popcorn and expect us to make it for her.
One afternoon this summer, I was at the sink and Zoe was playing in the cabinet. I heard a thud followed by screaming and crying. A glass jar of baby food was lying on the floor.
Obviously Zoe had dropped the food on her foot. When I picked her up, she curled her right leg into me and just wailed. Which is unusual for her because she has a higher pain tolerance than I do.
I'm positive it hurt. A glass jar full of pureed prunes sounds like a deadly weapon to me. In several ways.
After about 20 minutes Zoe finally calmed down, but she limped the rest of the day.
As I was giving her a bath I noticed the cuticle bed was blue. At first I didn't think too much of it. Then I realized. She injured her toenail.
Which totally freaks me out. I know it's going to fall off. Fortunately our pediatrician said that baby toenails take awhile to grow and to keep the nail cut really short so nothing snags it.
Not a problem. I can handle cutting her toenails more frequently. I cannot handle a toenail hanging on for dear life.
Fast forward to last night. For the first time in months we can see white nail growing. This is both good and bad. Good because she'll eventually have a normal looking nail. Then we can start painting her toes again.
Bad because that new nail is pushing out the black part. I guess, medically speaking, this is good. It just freaks me out. Because she has little toes. All this pushing will more than likely happen sooner rather than later.
I present you with the toe that freaks me out.
Wish me luck. If you don't hear from me for awhile in a couple months you'll know I passed out and hurt myself because of a hanging nail.
1 comment:
I too am a little freaked out by the toe...good luck with dealing with that!!!!!
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