Greer comes in there to hang out with me – aweee, momma and daughter time, she doesn’t “get” sewing but she loves scissors (just ask her self-made bangs). I gave her “her” scissors – some scraps and ‘a-cutting she went. Mark came in to check on us – she tried to convince him that it was “her” sewing room – they laughed in harmony.
After the machine is good and going on its own – Greer asks for juice; her and I venture towards the kitchen. I get out the apple juice, get her cup out of the dishwasher, pour the juice, put the lid on it – turn around to hand it to her…she is gone.
I round to corner into the sewing room – she immediately goes into her “I sorry – I sooorry – III SOOORRRRY” act – the machine is beeping and the screen is reading “reload thread” – she is dead meat! I scold her and send her to her room – do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars – all you moms out there get my point!
While trying to rethread the machine, I notice that the needle has broken off…ughhhhh. I head to the kitchen to get my purse – don’t ask why I have my sewing needles in my purse – it just is. Greer comes to the kitchen – still whining and offering her apologies. I look at her – her finger is bleeding. I ask her, “Did the needle stick you? Good, maybe you’ll leave momma’s stuff alone from now on”. To which she says with those beautiful blues rolled to the top of her eye sockets – “Momma, I have a big owieee” A closer look reveals a sewing machine needle in one side clear through to the other side of the index finger on her right hand – oh my!
Trip to the ER – 2 sets of x-rays – needle removal times 2 (once for each piece, since it broke during insertion) – surgeon consultation for remaining piece of needle clinging to the bone – a prescription of antibiotics for 14 days - a popsicle red in color to make it all better – a follow-up appointment to the surgeon’s office to recheck metal fragment in 1 week and a $150 copay on the way out the door.
If it’s not chaos – it’s not my life. “Need”le I say more?
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3 comments:
Oh that poor baby!!! I must say, however, I do know her pain. I did the EXACT same thing when I was about 5 years old at my Granny's house. Granny sewed for other people (this was how she made her living) and one day I thought I should really sew my Barbie a new dress. Needless to say... the needle went in through my nail and came out the other side, but not before breaking on the inside.
Give that baby lots of loving.
Oh my...just about lost my (Christmas) cookies, with that picture. Poor Greer.
Love the comments - my favorite is the first - he he he!
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