On Monday night, Baby G scared the living daylights out of me.
While I was at the kitchen sink washing up the bowls & getting ready for dinner, Baby G opened the cupboard to take out some plastic containers and in doing so, knocked a glass jar, causing it to smash all over the floor. Baby G was right smacked in the middle of all the glass shards. I was stunned for a moment & for a split second, I didn't know what to do. Luckily he did not move, I think he was still trying to figure out what actually happened. I quickly carried him away from the pieces and kept asking him if he felt any pain. I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible so as not to scare him. I nearly fainted when he said "Mummy, my leg pain"... I looked at his feet and there was blood.... the problem was I couldn't tell where the cut was and I wasn't sure if it was safe to simply wipe it off (just in case there were small glass pieces on him).
I put him on the sofa & told him not to move and took a piece of tissue and simply let the tissue absorb the blood instead of wiping it. But the process was too slow, so in the end, I carried him to the bathroom and washed him with water (not sure it was the right thing... but I did what I thought was best).
After all the cleaning, I kept asking him where else it hurt but he said "Mummy, no pain already... just now leg pain... now no more". Then he asked me "Mummy, why? what happened?" I told him that broken glass is very dangerous & can hurt him... not sure if he really understood though.
Then for the next 1hr, I vacuumed the floor over and over again. Luckily Baby G cooperated by sitting near the kitchen doorway and kept asking me when he can come in to help me. Needless to say, dinner was super late. I wore slippers when moving around the kitchen to prepare Baby G's meal. After he started eating, I went back to the kitchen and continued vacuuming again. Super paranoid.. but better safe than sorry.
Finally I was satisfied that the floor is clear and even then, I still did not allow Baby G in. He was instructed to stay away from the kitchen until further notice.
1. All the blood I saw, it came from this tiny cut. 2. I hope I cleaned up everything
Thank God that it was nothing more than this tiny cut that Baby G sufferred. It could have been worse.
Blood pressure went up a few notches