Mommy Fail #10. Evil Long Finger Nails

Almost two months ago I was putting a sock on Ollie and scratched him with my fingernail.  Not like deep gouge, but more like a deep scrape up his leg.  Oliver didn't even flinch, in fact I'm not sure he even knew it happened.  It left this red raw skin mark on his calf, no blood, just a scrape. A few days passed and it semi scabbed over, but not hard scab, soft scab.  A few weeks passed and the scratch was still there, same size almost as the day I did it, but now purple in color.

So when we went to our 9-month well baby check-up that mark was at the top of my list of questions.  I pointed at it, explained what happened and then asked the doctor, "Did I scar my baby?"  The doctor took one look at it and said, "Eh, it's nothing, it will fade over time." I just scratched him! How is it still there? Fade over time?! FAIL! FAIL! EPIC FAIL!

The doc starts telling me a story about how guys trade scars stories all of the time.  He shows us one he has, and then tells FTD the ultimate scar story about a doctor who had a bone in his back removed. FTD was genuinely interested and impressed. The doc insist that since he is a boy he will love it, and that Oliver already has one up on all of his peers for having a scar, because that is somehow a good thing in boy world?

Clearly I was visibly upset about the whole thing, to make the doctor tell me all these stories. I just don't understand how a scratch could have caused a scar? I don't care if guys dig scar, this chick doesn't!

I can see it now...Oliver in the sand box at 4 years old trading scar stories with the other little boys....

Kid 1: "I got my scar falling down the stairs in my walker when I was 11 months old!"
Kid 2: "Oh Yeah? Well, I got my scar falling out of my stroller when I lunged for a doggie at the park when I was 10 months old!"
Kid 3: "That's nothing!"  You see this scar on my foot? I got that when my big brother drug me down the street when we escaped from the house when mommy wasn't looking, I was 9 months old!"

Then the kids look at Ollie and say, "hey kid, how did you get the scar on your leg?"
My finger nail did that!  I throw up a little everytime I see it.

Oliver: " Oh, this scar here... My mom gave it to me when she was putting on my sock! I was 7 1/2 months old."

And that my friends is when my son gets sand thrown in his eyes. My poor guy, it's bad enough he is scared for life mentally for having FTD and I as parents, I had to go the extra mile and nearly scar him physically in the lamest damn way possible.  Welcome to the world kid.

Lesson Learned: Keep my finger nails VERY short.

This is his, "It's cool mom, just don't do it again." look.

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Anonymous said...

I know you are upset about this so I don't mean to make light of it, but you said it yourself... he didn't even flinch. It's not going to cause him emotional trauma in the future, he's not going to feel marred and be afraid other people will see it. The doc is right, if he does draw attention to it, it will be to show it off. Take a deep breath...
This will also not be the last scar he gets. And, odds are, there are going to be traumatic ones (for both of you) in the future due to the fact that "boys will be boys". Parents of little girls play dress up and go to ballet lessons. Parents of little boys referee sword fights and know ER docs by their first name. It's part of the package.

Kitten said...

It will most likely fade. Nathan ran head first into a rail at my mom's house and that scar right down the middle of his head left him looking like a toddler Harry Potter for ages. Then it faded and faded some more, but it was around for the better part of a year. Most likely, though, even if it stays, it'll be so faded, it'll just be part of him. I have weird scars I treasure now too.

FirstTimeMomandDad.com said...

Thank you. Boys will be boys. Ugh. I meant to get a picture if it. Ill get one first thing in the morning and post it.

FirstTimeMomandDad.com said...

Thanks Kitten. I just have this image of the scar growing with Ollie.

Unknown said...

Oh hun, that sounds like it really sucked for ya :-(
I know what you mean about feeling bad even if baby doesn't notice ... Isaiah got a sunburnt head last week! He wasn't in any pain and didn't flinch at all when I rubbed cream on it (two, three times... okay who am I kidding here, 20 times a day), and hubby reckons I'm the only person who could see the slight colour change, but oh my lord, I felt like the worst mother in the world!!!

Mrs. Loquacious said...

You should really consider making up a badass story for the scar. You totally can reinvent history since he won't remember! Maybe he got in a fight with the cat? Or tried leaping up from the ground to scale the baby gate? Possibilities are endless my friend!

FirstTimeMomandDad.com said...

Uh oh sunburn fail... FTD nearly had one. It's so easy to have happen when you are out and about. I did the cream 20 times on the scratch with Ollie too

FirstTimeMomandDad.com said...

Good thinking! I don't want to sandbox incident to actually happen. Ill get a photo up soon so we all can decide if it was a kitty or a tiger.

Unknown said...

Oh girl! hahaha... I wasn't sure what to expect with your "mommy fail".... doc has a point- boys wear their scars with pride :)

Merrily Mary said...

Poor mama!!! I scratched one of mine with a my rings. I then prompty told Hubs I needed new ones because my princess cut was cutting my new princess!

FirstTimeMomandDad.com said...

I just really hope this fades away before he can talk about it.

FirstTimeMomandDad.com said...

I rarely wear jewlery... he yanks on it. I don;t need new rings, I need therapy!

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