The Finger

Yesterday Reese was playing outside at our friends' house when she fell and cut the tip of her finger. She came inside and got it all washed out and it bled for just a tiny bit and then was fine, but the way she had cut it she had scraped some skin off so it was hanging there and finally I had to pull it off because she couldn't handle it being there. This tiny little incident resulted in the meltdown of all meltdowns. There was absolutely nothing that would make her happy, no amount of kisses and hugs could heal this vicious injury which she had sustained. She would finally stop crying and then something would set her off and she'd be back crying about her finger. I did feel bad for her, but she wouldn't let me do anything so I just had to sit back and wach her deal with it. When we got home we had begun to calm down but she was still behaving the way someone who had just had open heart surgery might behave so I layed her on the couch and let her watch a movie to take her mind off of her woes. This is how she sat throughout the entire movie, finger raised because afterall you have to keep it elevated so you don't bleed to death. Luckily the movie seemed to take her mind off the finger because she didn't seem to have any issues with it for the rest of the night.