We probably had the most trying day as a parent so far, and I am so grateful that Christian was working from home today to help me though it. The day started out great - Micah sleeping in just a little later and then going for a nice 10 mile bike ride with my friend Kate. When we got back to her house (around 9:30am), Micah was walking around the driveway while I was putting all the gear back in my car. All of a sudden I hear him start crying (he was over by their front door) and I go over to see what's wrong. He started walking towards me, crying, and didn't realize there was a step, so down he tumbles just barely missing hitting his head on the concrete. As I run to pick him up, he starts screaming... I look him over and notice his right hand looks to be either scraped or blistered slightly, so I run it under some cold water. Apparently the front door can get pretty hot and it seems that Micah touched it for too long. At this point Micah is completely inconsolable! I don't know what else to do - he just seems to be melting down and not stopping. I decide to go back home to see if I can calm him there and he literally screams the entire 20 minute drive home. So awful...
Christian meets us in the driveway, takes Micah out of the car, and notices his hand looking red and swollen. We put his hand in cold water, put on some Baby Einstein, and for the first time in about 35 minutes, he stopped screaming. Christian does a quick search on burns and we realize he probably has a 2nd degree burn. After 20 minutes of soaking (and quietness from Micah) we take his hand out and examine it. The screaming starts instantaneously, and we notice his hand is even more swollen and blistered. Fear starts creeping in - but I try to keep it together and call the doctor. She scheduled us in immediately, and in the car we went for another treacherous 20 minutes and screaming, shaking, break your heart convulsing. This screaming continued in the waiting room, the examining room, and back in the car. Tears were streaming down my face the entire time at the doctor, and I was so grateful to have Christian by my side. The pain meds didn't seem to be helping and I didn't know what to do. But finally, finally, at about 11:45am Micah gave in to the sleep that swallowed him up after 2 hours of vocal chord exercising.
As the pictures show below, he fell asleep in my lap with his cream infused, gauze wrapped, little blistered hand in a big bucket of ice. After 45 minutes he awoke starving (and refusing to take his hand out of the bucket for lunch time) but the crying had finally ceased. The rest of the afternoon was uneventful (including an almost 3 hour nap - completely exhausted, I'm sure, from the drama that unfolded earlier in the day). Thank you Jesus for protecting our little boy and helping him - and Mom and Dad! - get through this painful experience.
Christian meets us in the driveway, takes Micah out of the car, and notices his hand looking red and swollen. We put his hand in cold water, put on some Baby Einstein, and for the first time in about 35 minutes, he stopped screaming. Christian does a quick search on burns and we realize he probably has a 2nd degree burn. After 20 minutes of soaking (and quietness from Micah) we take his hand out and examine it. The screaming starts instantaneously, and we notice his hand is even more swollen and blistered. Fear starts creeping in - but I try to keep it together and call the doctor. She scheduled us in immediately, and in the car we went for another treacherous 20 minutes and screaming, shaking, break your heart convulsing. This screaming continued in the waiting room, the examining room, and back in the car. Tears were streaming down my face the entire time at the doctor, and I was so grateful to have Christian by my side. The pain meds didn't seem to be helping and I didn't know what to do. But finally, finally, at about 11:45am Micah gave in to the sleep that swallowed him up after 2 hours of vocal chord exercising.
As the pictures show below, he fell asleep in my lap with his cream infused, gauze wrapped, little blistered hand in a big bucket of ice. After 45 minutes he awoke starving (and refusing to take his hand out of the bucket for lunch time) but the crying had finally ceased. The rest of the afternoon was uneventful (including an almost 3 hour nap - completely exhausted, I'm sure, from the drama that unfolded earlier in the day). Thank you Jesus for protecting our little boy and helping him - and Mom and Dad! - get through this painful experience.
Our little one handed boxer baby:)
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