I walked into the bathroom and saw the Q-tip sitting on the counter.
One tip was red. My first thought was that my daughter had been in my lipstick and used the Q-tip to put some on. But a second glance as I entered the room showed me that it was a dark brick red, and I don’t have that color.
Before I could ask, she said, “It’s blood.” Then she pointed to her lips.
I could see the red droplets forming.
“Were you picking your lip?” I asked.
Silently she pointed to her daddy’s shaver.
And my blood ran cold.
I wanted to scream, “What were you thinking!?” especially since this was not the first time she had taken a razor to her lips. (The first time it had been mine, which I try to keep out of sight now.)
I grabbed some toilet paper, pressing it to her lips, repeating over and over that, “we do NOT use razors on our lips.”
I wanted her to hear me. To pay attention. To understand just how serious this was, how hurt she could have made herself.
Getting out the hydrogen peroxide, I dabbed some on a tissue and pressed it to her lips. The liquid bubbled on the wounds immediately. That’s when she started crying, tears rolling down her cheeks.
My imagination got the better of me for a moment and I pictured a scene with us at the hospital, her lips torn to shreds as the doctors and nurses tried to take care of her. I wanted to hold her and to cry.
I shook the picture from my head and put myself back in the bathroom with her. I carefully put some antibiotic ointment on the tip of a clean Q-tip and applied it to her lips, telling her once again that she was NEVER to touch Daddy’s or Mommy’s razor again.
And I said a silent prayer of thanks. Because it could have turned out so much worse.
Chris Carter says
Oh dear! You poor scared mommy!!! Is she doing okay? Perhaps you may want to talk to a doc about this? You know best. Praying she’s okay!!!
Thank you — she is okay. The next day you could just see where she had cut them. She is the one who, I swear, gives me all my grey hairs…. She constantly gets into things.
Cassia ~MyMommyStyle says
oh, that made me a little misty-eye’d. I’ve SO been there!! Not with a razor, but with a curling iron!! I sobbed and sobbed even though my son barely teared up over it. I’d say poor girl, but I know the truth, poor mommy.
Oh, curling irons are brutal when super hot!
They sure know how to give us grey hairs, don’t they?
Donna DM Yates says
Oh, I’m so sorry. How scary for both you and her. I hope she’s alright now.
She is, thank you for asking. I just hope she learns this time around!
Yikes! that’s scary!
My son once had my razor in the shower and sliced his fingers open. He started screaming and I ran in to find a bloody mess on his hands. Thankfully, the cuts were not that bad and we both learned an important lesson. Me not to leave my razor where the kids could get to it (even though I really thought they were both old enough I didn’t have to worry) and he learned not to play with my razor.
It’s scary,isn’t it? I figured she had done it once, a while ago, and at almost 6 I never thought she’d try it again with her daddy’s razor.
Kids constantly keep us on our toes!
Oh my…kids are so curious. My daughter used the shaver one time and when she cut herself that was it. Kids they keep us on our toes. I’m here from the March Bloggy Moms Blog Hop
Unfortunately for mine, she has to do something several times to learn.
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