Sister Marjorie Pay Hinckley once said:
"A mother is only as happy as her saddest child."
This quote proved to be very true this past week.
As I mentioned in a previous post, Brooks burned his hand really bad.
Here is how it happened. (for journaling purposes)
*I just want to preface by saying that Brooks absolutely loves chords. He would be content for hours with one chord. I do not normally let him play with them so when he sees an opportunity he really goes for it.*
He was crawling around my bedroom floor as I was getting ready in the bathroom. The chord to my straight iron was up on the counter (I try to be very careful about keeping chords out of his reach because of said obsession), except for about a foot of it was hanging down in front of the sink. I thought it was quite a ways out of his reach so I did not move it. I soon learned that nothing is out of his reach; this boy has got some mad skills. He opened the bottom drawer and pulled his upper body up onto it. With one hand holding himself up he reached as far as his chubby little arm could and grabbed the chord. Of course, the straight iron fell off the counter and landed open on Brooks' hand. I tried to catch it on the way down but I was about two seconds too late. The damage had been done, and when I say damage I mean DAMAGE. My poor baby cried hysterically for an hour straight. It was so painful seeing him so sad and not being able to do anything about it. And to top it all off, I felt like it was all my fault. What kind of mother leaves the chord to something so dangerous hanging off the counter top? Not a very good one I thought. So there Brooks and I sat, both bawling our heads off, waiting for the pharmacy to open. Once we got the burn cream applied and his little hand wrapped up, Brooks calmed down and fell asleep. He slept for three and a half hours. Just enough time for Carson to convince me that accidents happen and that I really am a good mom. (I am very lucky to have such a supportive husband.)
Brooks has been pretty good since the incident. He doesn't use his left hand much, but he doesn't complain about it much either. And I learned a very important lesson: my tiny baby isn't such a tiny baby anymore. Looks like I better get used to having a very mobile child. (Heaven help me when he starts walking.)
Same old happy boy!
8 comments:
Poor little guy!! That looks so painful. But Carson is right - accidents happen and you are still a good mom. It's a good thing kids are tough (and forgiving!)
Ohhh, so sad, thats quite the burn. Little ones are so quick, and you would never think how clever they are to get what they want. I know what you mean about being sad when they are sad though. Its rough, but I am glad he is doing better! And you are a great mom!
He sure is adorable! I can totally see how that happens. I feel the same way some days too! Yesterday Beckam bloody his mouth not once not twice but THREE times in a day from falling and hitting his mouth on something. Goodluck with it healing! He is so so cute.
AHHH! so sad. Clark did the same thing, but the flat iron fell on his forearm, burning both sides. I can't BELIEVE how fast those things burn baby skin. I felt horrible as well. I think I have just the thing for you and I'll bring it if you come to Weston for Trav's birthday!
So sad! The other day I was feeding Claire some canned pears, and she reached out faster than I could even do anything about it, and cut the inside if her hand on the lid! Blood went everywhere- and I felt so bad!! It took forever to heal too, and I felt like a lame mom. Luckily, kids are very forgiving- and accidents do happen. You're a fabulous mom, Chels. :) I love the papertowels all over the floor. Sounds like something Bryan would let happen. haha.
Oooh, poor little man. You did write a post that was titled "Like Father Like Son"...
Brooks is darling. It is fun to see pictures of your family.
How sad is that burn. It is not your fault. This will just prepare you for more accidents to happen. Cause they will! Oh and when they start walking it's like you enter a room your eyes go back and forth the whole room and you think what can he get into what can hurt him and you watch or move all those things that may do so. He is very cute sorry you had to go through that.
Oh my gosh! That looks so painful. Poor little guy. But Chels you are a great mom and never think you're not.
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