It’s been over month since Kiddo arrived, and in the past few weeks, some family and friends have kindly mailed gifts to honor the occasion.
Kiddo was really looking forward to opening a package my parents had sent and excitedly opened the silverware drawer. “I help,” Kiddo squealed, grabbing the scissors and jumping up and down.
How sweet, I thought. ‘Them’ wants to help.
I reached out to take the scissors from Kiddo’s hands just as the blades opened and closed on my middle finger.
“Owwwww,” I cried out, pulling my hand back to cradle it from the pain.
“I sorry…. I sorry…I sorry,” Kiddo whimpered.
Blood began soaking through my fingers. “I know it was an accident,” I managed to say as I dashed into the living room and fell to my knees.
Rocking back and forth, I cupped my finger high in the air, taking several deep breaths for relief.
Moments later, I could feel Kiddo approach me from behind. I quickly pulled myself up off the floor then grabbed a Band-Aid from the hall closet.
After wrapping the bandage around my finger, “Okay,” I said as cheerfully as I could, “let’s see what’s inside of the package.”
Half-way through opening the first gift, my finger began spurting blood again.
Kiddo noticed it first. ‘Them’ began to squeal, “You okay? You okay?”
I looked down to see more blood dripping onto the gift packaging.
“I’m okay,” I winced, turning on the faucet with my good hand so I could soak my wound under the cold stream.
I stared at the red pool of blood forming at the bottom of the sink. Would I need stitches? I inspected my finger more carefully.
Nope. I’d be okay. I just needed to bandage two sides of my finger instead of one, since both ends had been caught between the blades.
Not wanting to delay Kiddo anymore, I yanked some paper toweling from off the roll, wrapped my finger in it tightly, then twisted a rubber band around it to keep things snug.
I have got this, I told myself.
And I nearly believed it too.
That is, until I realized dinner was burning on the stove.
-Part II coming soon-
(Note: For confidentiality reasons, “Kiddo” and “them” refers to our foster child.)