My photo today for 366 is slightly different to my others, its a photo with a story.
Firstly let me apologise for not uploading a photo yesterday onto the blog, we had an unfortunate accident regarding the baby and a boiling hot cup of horlicks.
We was meant to be at a friends party yesterday to celebrate their birthday but we had a visit from my Dad who we only see a few times a year as he lives in Yorkshire. After he left at about 9:30pm Daddy went into the kitchen to make a cup of horlicks for us and Joseph, to help us sleep after our busy, sleep deprived week in Wales( which was great by the way and I have so much to share with you about it, but that will be in a later post). Daddy put his mug down on the floor in the living room (something I am telling him not to do all the time) and he turned his back, a second that’s all it took, a second too late as the baby had decided to crawl over to it and grab at it with both hands. I was stood near to him, looking in his changing bag for his bottle and Daddy hadn’t got that far when the baby started screaming. I looked over and their he was, mug tipped over, a puddle of boiling horlicks on the laminate floor and Olivers hands and wrist laying in it.
We undressed him, placed his hands in cold water for 10 minutes all the time he is screaming and screaming, a shrill painful scream. My poor baby was hurt and it was all down to us being careless, I was crying and shaking, after a second try of running his hands under the water we called the ambulance, we could see that it wasn’t a normal first degree burn his hands were now blistering and skin was peeling away. Ten minutes and the ambulance had arrived, it seemed like eternity, the baby was screaming and I felt totally helpless, the worst a parent could feel, useless, I couldn’t ease his pain, I couldn’t help him. We was taken to A&E and he was treated for burns, I was struggling to calm him, he thrashing his arms around in a frenzy but every few minutes he closed his eyes to sleep, after he was given painkillers he fell asleep in my arms while I was singing to him. 3 hours later I was in a taxi on my way home with my baby in my arms all bandaged up.
The worst blisters are on his wrists but I have noticed today that more are coming out on his fingers and that’s what I can see, god knows what’s under the bandages. He has slept most of the day and is very clingy, he has just started to play with his toys but you can see he is being very cautious with what he is touching. I was told that he will be scarred, he will have scarring because of our stupidity, sloppiness and negligence, I could carry on calling myself names but it’s never going to turn back the clock, he’s already harmed now we just have deal with the consequences of looking at the scars knowing that it was our fault.