Gray Hair and Spongebob

The last couple of years have been really hard on my hair. Ive dyed it numerous times in order to get rid of all the little gray hairs that seem to pop up with every tantrum my toddler has. Well, today wasn't any better.

The morning started out as any other morning in our house. Katy wakes me up, she eats her cereal, and then she asks me to start her favorite video on the tv in her room. All of this goes just as every other day. But then I walk out of her room for about a minute and a half, and I hear a blood curdling scream. And I have to admit as I was rushing in to her room, I was thinking "Oh goodness, what now?!" I meet her at the bedroom door and she is already bleeding heavily. At first I wasn't sure where the blood was coming from because it seemed to be everywhere. In her hair, hands, face, and clothes. I finally found the source. Her left pointer finger looked like something out of a horror movie. Mangled, bloody, and black and blue.

My mom was a nurse for most of her adult life, and she taught me a few tricks. So, I cleaned up the blood as best as I could, and we headed to my moms to get her opinion. We sterelized it with hydrogen peroxide, and bandaged it. My mom couldn't tell what it looked like until it stopped bleeding. So Katy sat and watched tv with us, and then fell asleep for a little bit. When she woke up, and my mom took a second look at it, she told me that I may want to take her to the hospital. So we went. I'm amazed at how brave, and calm Katy was all day. Even when the doctor put 5 stitches in the end of her finger.

So while my own nerves where shot, imagining the worst scenario ( a child with 9 fingers instead of 10), Katy was calm. Barely any tears. She watched Spongebob as the doc stitched her up, and then sat up and said "Tank you, you did good job Doctor man." At that point the doctor and nurse started laughing. I think I added a good ten new gray hairs today, and I also learned just how tough my little girl is. Now that it's the end of the day, and I'm thinking it over, things could have been much worse, and my daughter took it in stride and became my little warrior. Scars and all. *sigh* She's growing up too fast.