These are my son’s fingers. See that black nail? Poor thing. It’s on his middle finger. Scared the hell out of him -and of me, too.

He got that when his finger was accidentally caught in the wheel of our old sewing machine. He was driving it like it was a car and his finger was caught in the wheel while it was rotating. Hurt, he ran and ran around while crying out load-maybe trying to get away from the pain. It took a lot of coaxing for him to stop running and to let someone get to him. He wouldn’t even come to me so I can see what’s the matter (I still didn’t know he hurt a finger then).

Catching him by his shirt, I was finally able to hold him and saw what happened. It scared the living daylights out of me but I was able to act calmly and bring him to the bath. I wasn’t able to apply hot/cold compress on it though because Matt wouldn’t let me–or anyone of us– touch it. But I was able to put him to sleep after this.