Love, bubs and life on our little farm

Today I had lots of visiting to do. So Elka and I were rushing around this morning getting ready. Now as any mum can tell you, as soon as you take your eye of the proverbial ball, all is lost. As I tried to straighten my hair, brush my teeth and stop Elka from making off with everything unattached in the bathroom, I looked away from bub for about 30 seconds and wasn't really paying attention to her noises and actions.

When I looked over at her again, I blinked, looked again and thought hmmm where has she found red paint from? And then the penny dropped, oh no thats not red paint, that is blood. Not just any blood but my baby's blood and its everywhere - on the vanity cupboards, the towel rack, the bath mat, the bath, her face, both her hands, her suit.... you get the picture.

Cue me trying to stay calm, sweeping her up and searching for the source of the gushing blood. A little detective work revealed that she was basically missing the very tip of her index finger. I am confused - whaaat? I cast my mind back to what she had been doing in the time I was not paying full attention - oh yes she was trying to get into Jase's bathroom drawer, which is of course baby proofed with a drawer locky thing. BUT it lets the drawer open a tiny bit and sure enough in that tiny gap I could see his super sharp razor facing upwards... with blood on it.

Bad Mum.Bad Mum.Bad Mum was running through my head but more important things to do than berate myself right then.

How easy do you think it is to apply firm pressure to the very tip of a tiny toddler finger? Especially one attached to a completely non-fussed toddler who just wants to go off and play since she can't see what all the fuss is about. We bled through more cotton wool then I care to think of.

But after raiding two first aid kits and the horses first aid kit, I managed to strap up her finger firmly and in a way that she couldn't pull it all off with her teeth like she was so desperately trying and the blood started to slow.

Phew, then it was just the blood soaked bathroom and outfits to deal with and we could head off on our mummy visits as though we were a perfect and totally in control mum and bub duo ;)

I am considering this my induction into the Toddler Era and will no longer consider a room is baby-proofed unless it is empty and padded........