It’s a curious phenomenon. Baby Finn hardly ever gets riled by anything. He’s ok with baths, meds, nose cleaning, doctor’s visits, even blood tests. I mean BLOOD TESTS! Where an actual needle goes into the flesh and there’s lots of blood coming out. The kind of test where screaming is totally legitimate, y’all. Till this day, I take a blood test and I’m like “ok hang on doctor, give me a minute to compose myself…”
Two weeks ago, Finn had to take a blood test to check for jaundice and I was standing there wincing on his behalf but this little guy didn’t even let out one squeak when the needle was going in. Even the nurse administering the test was amazed by how cool he was.
There’s just one thing that drives him completely nuts – fingernail trimming.
It’s bizarre. This kid doesn’t even flinch while getting pricked by a needle but when it’s time to trim his nails, he screams bloody murder.
In this sort of situation, there are two ways to handle it. One, you try to cajole and pacify, hoping that they eventually acquiesce without putting up a fight. But it’s a gamble because it may or may not work out after 20 minutes. Two, you go for the kill. It’s less pretty and there may be lots of screaming but at least the job gets done in a relatively quick manner.
I usually go for the second option.
Today was one of those dreaded nail-trimming days.
I held his finger steady and before the nail clipper made contact, he went hypersonic, shrieking up a storm. Kirsten has never heard him go crazy like this before so she came running into the room. I turned and saw her standing at the doorway with one hand covering her mouth, looking absolutely horrified, like “Good heavens, mother, what manner of madness is this?”
I could see why she was appalled. I had baby Finn in a stranglehold, grabbing his hand like I’m about to slice it off while he screamed and flailed like a stuck pig. The way he was yelling, I might as well have been brandishing a lightsaber instead of a nail clipper.
I was all “This is not what it looks like, sweetheart. I’m just trimming baby Finn’s nails.”
I could tell that she wasn’t convinced. She looked at me like “Yeah right, mom. I wasn’t born yesterday, you know.”
“No, really. I’m not hurting him. I have no idea why he’s so upset. How about you come help me cheer him up while I finish up the other hand?”
She came up real close to peer at him, then said “No thanks, I need to go play toys. You be careful with baby Finn’s hand alright?”
I actually thought I was the boss of them but turns out, now my parenting skills are being assessed. It’s tough being a parent around here.