I often have children running towards me at full speed for one reason or the other. Therefore I've honed skills of sneaking around the house or always remember to lock the door behind me (depending upon what I'm doing) even though they've started picking locks. I was walking toward the children this time. Four to be exact since there were visitors last weekend. I was cradling a precious project in my arms as usual along with size 2.5 circular needles, when I was blessed with a full speed running hug accompanied by the beloved song "Mooooommmmy."
This drove one of my needles right into my areola. I screamed and looked down for blood but found none.
The other night, I noticed that said boob was sore. It had probably been sore for quite some time and I hadn't noticed. If you can't understand how I couldn't notice such a thing, ask any currently nursing mother. It's a feeling you grow accustomed to after a while so it may take a while to realize unusual boob tenderness, even years later. Breast feeding is beautiful but it's the worst pain you'll ever feel. Teddy Bear was breastfed exclusively.
I felt myself up and noticed that there was a scab. The knitting needle had actually punctured my tit. Ain't that a...
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3 comments:
Oouucchhh! I always hear of people jokingly wanting to stab people with needles. I'm so sorry you had to feel what that's like! Ouch again!
OUCH!!
I bet you will be more careful next time huh!
ooouch! LOL! My husband still hasn't learned to protect the "boys" from the oncoming little ones!
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