Yesterday, we thought to let Joash finally have a haircut in the salon. Even though it's only been slightly more than a month since I cut his hair, it's getting long again. So I figured that we should give him a nice "professional" haircut for CNY.
I totally regretted that decision.
Joash was very upset with the plastic sheet that was meant to protect his clothes from all the hair and fought with the hairdresser while she was trying to put it on him. I tried distracting him with some sweets in my hands (which meant that my hands was not free to hold him). Joshua was busy trying to get payment done when it happened. I was perhaps also retarded in my reaction due to my nauseous and weakened state so when Joash leaned forward to run away, no one was there to catch him and he leapt off the chair, head first to the floor.
I remember feeling the blood drained from my face when I heard the loud thud and his big wail. When I regained enough composure to carry him from the floor, I felt like crying too.
For the first time in his young life, he had a bump on his forehead. Not that he has never fallen before but they were never serious to leave a bump on his thick head. Thank God he seemed fine after I carried him for a long while. (I nearly fainted myself from the exertion but I felt so "emo" and teary that he was clinging onto me for dear life)
So for the time being, I'll still be his hairdresser. At least I have been getting the job done without him getting hurt...
I totally regretted that decision.
Joash was very upset with the plastic sheet that was meant to protect his clothes from all the hair and fought with the hairdresser while she was trying to put it on him. I tried distracting him with some sweets in my hands (which meant that my hands was not free to hold him). Joshua was busy trying to get payment done when it happened. I was perhaps also retarded in my reaction due to my nauseous and weakened state so when Joash leaned forward to run away, no one was there to catch him and he leapt off the chair, head first to the floor.
I remember feeling the blood drained from my face when I heard the loud thud and his big wail. When I regained enough composure to carry him from the floor, I felt like crying too.
For the first time in his young life, he had a bump on his forehead. Not that he has never fallen before but they were never serious to leave a bump on his thick head. Thank God he seemed fine after I carried him for a long while. (I nearly fainted myself from the exertion but I felt so "emo" and teary that he was clinging onto me for dear life)
So for the time being, I'll still be his hairdresser. At least I have been getting the job done without him getting hurt...
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