But oh what happened yesterday in our house! We, as many of you might know because I talk about her excessively, have a l0 month old little girl. She's slowly learning to stand, but that girl can crawl faster than some people can run! There are two rooms that we make an effort to keep her out of...my husband's office (mainly because the cat food and kitty litter is in there!) and my sewing room...because as I posted pictures earlier this week, it's pretty much a disaster area lately with all my projects. It's killing me because I'm so type AAA, but it's necessary for now and I'm trying to live with it.
Unfortunately due to my lack of space, I have to do all rotary cutting on the floor in that room. (can you see where this is going!?) And trust me...that door to that room is almost ALWAYS shut! But of course she found it when both my husband and I were distracted by reasonable other projects (no we're not neglecting her) and made a bee line for the room. My husband noticed that it was far too quiet. Ominous sign.
He checked his office and then found her in the next room with my sewing supplies. Shame on mommy, earlier in an effort to get her daughter away from some other "danger" I ran out my sewing room to grab her...hence the door was left open and yes, the rotary cutter was left on the floor with the blade out. (I'm slapping my own hand!) Little one had happily picked up the rotary cutter with the blade in her hand and was beaming as she showed her daddy what she had picked up. Didn't bother her at all that blood was dripping from her hand. Not one little bit. Girl of steel!
Lucky for us, the cut was fairly shallow and we are now making the futile effort to keep antibiotic cream on her hand and a bandaid so that it cannot get infected. But we were both shaking a bit after that...and I still had to go back later that evening and sew with the paper pieced pattern that had her blood on it. :(
Lesson learned. Won't make that mistake again. We were spared what could have been a very bad thing...can't think about what might have happened. But that girl did not cry one single time. Never. Not when she cut her hand, not when we were cleaning it and not when we bandaged it. She was far more annoyed to have her hand wrapped up. So at least we were spared that. Her guardian angel was looking out for her.
reason 10,001 why I need a bigger and better space to sew in. Blah!