Cut The Finger

It was a busy day. Daddy, Ah Kong, mummy and you went to the new home to do a bit of cleaning in the afternoon while bringing some things to the house that we had bought yesterday when we went shopping in Carrefour.

You were happily crawling and cruising around the house with one of us watching you. Then it was mummy's turn to watch you while daddy and Ah Kong try to fix something in one of the bathrooms.

The next thing I knew, I noticed some bloodstains on the floor. Somehow you had cut yourself but had not made any noise. Quickly I carried you to the bathroom to wash your fingers. But it kept bleeding non-stop! What a scary sight. Daddy took over trying stop the bleeding. In the end, we put a plaster on your little finger. It was way too big, but better than nothing to cover the wound. It continued bleeding and we needed to change another plaster before it stopped bleeding.

By then, you were crying and making a lot of noise. Not too sure if it was the cut that sting after being rinsed or was it that you sensed panic in mummy and daddy.

Luckily, you were fine and on the way home, you removed the plaster yourself! Look at your cut finger: