Let's just say it was a mom moment. And let me add, if you are easily grossed out, you probably shouldn't read this post.
If you are still reading, don't say I didn't warn you. So, I was making dinner as usual a couple weeks ago, cutting the butternut squash with my very nice knife from my mother-in-law. There was chaos in the background as usual and somehow while mediating between Andrew and Owen and cutting the squash, I sliced through my finger. I quickly pulled it back (seeing the bone, by the way), spraying blood all across the kitchen floor. Owen saw it and started crying, saying, "Mommy's gonna die, mommies gonna die!" I grabbed a kitchen towel, applied pressure, and asked Matthew to come and call Matt to see when he'd be home. While Matthew made the call (leaving a message), I calmed down Owen, and Anubis (dogs really are disgusting) cleaned up the blood (I warned you it was gross). Anyway, Matt made it home about an hour later and finished the risotto while I went to get 6 stitches on the really deep part of the cut that went down to the bone. I did slice all the way across my finger, but not all of it needed the stitches. The really weird part has been getting used to the fact that I have feeling on the whole pad of that finger. It feels like it is asleep. It makes it hard to pick up things with that hand now because I can't tell if I'm touching with that finger or not! I have noticed some feeling return in the last couple of weeks, so hopefully it will be back to normal eventually. One final note though, that knife has been making my life easier for about three years now, and if I have to get stitches once every three years, let me just say- it is totally worth it!
