Jake has a problem. A very serious problem. I know this is disgusting, and I probably should spare you the anguish of knowing this about him, but since this is my blog, and I'm the mother, I will post it anyway. This child does not know how to use a toe nail clipper. Instead, when he needs to trim his toenails, he rips them off. And, almost inevitably, the tearing of the toenails leads to ingrown toenails. We've been to the doctor's office twice in the last 6 months to have them removed - they get so infected and irritated that the dr. has to go in and cut them out. It's not a fun process, and you'd think after the first time of having a needle inserted into the end of his big toe, he'd figure out how to properly trim his nails. But, no. He's got to try out this painful process a few times.
So, after the 3rd time this same child came to be with an incredibly swollen, infected, digusting toenail, I broke out the surgical tools. We enlisted the help of Uncle Mike and Aunt April (who were the lucky souls that happened to be staying with us that weekend!) and Kim set out to play doctor. There was crying, a little bit of screaming, and I do believe that if Jake could have said some curse words, he would have said them! (If you've ever performed surgery on yourself, you will know this pain!)
After a few moments (hours, according to Jake), Kim was pretty sure that he got out the nail and we sent Jake off to bed with some ibuprofen and some sympathy. A few days later, we ended up in the Dr's office anyway and the surgical procedure that was performed in our living room became null and void. I think next time Jake will veto our vote to attempt surgical removal ourselves!
1 comment:
I've had those, and they are soooo painful!
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