Nina’s fingernails are really long, which would be business as usual except for the fact that she has to go to the pediatrician today for her 4-month checkup. Every time I go to the pediatrician I envision the doctor scolding me about her extremely long fingernails, so I decided to try to clip them. Cutting tiny little nails with a tiny little clipper is always a stressful endeavor, and then I proceeded to slice open the top of her thumb.

She actually started bleeding. And then cried for the next 30 minutes. Needless to say, I feel terrible.

You know what they say about good intentions. And the ironic part is that as far as lectures from doctors go, actually cutting the baby is probably far worse than just letting her nails grow too long.

My dad told me a while back that all parents let their child roll off of a high-up piece of furniture at some point. I guess a minor flesh wound is preferable to potential brain trauma. But still.

And, Nina still has to go get her shots. She is really going to hate me by the time the day is over.

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