So for my own sake, I need to blog these two summer experiences. The first one happened when Gracie and I were at home making mac and cheese. She was touching all the burners, except the one that was one. I told her "Grace those are hot don't touch!" and she would reply "no hot mamma those cold." Well I picked up the pot from the hot burner, turned it off, and turned to dump the noodles in the strainer. As I'm turning to dump the noodles I clearly thought "she's going to touch that burner I just know it" in the seconds it took me to turn back around she had put her whole hand on the burner and it was blistering. Needless to say, after a long day at the hospital, she came home with a little "fist." Beau and I had to change those wrappings for a week. She had second degree burns on all her fingers but the pinky.
The second experience happened today. I went to go to the bathroom when I heard a crash. I waited for the screams but non came so I finished, washed my hands, then ran in the kitchen to see Gracie holding a jelly jar that had been shattered and she was eating the jam off the bottom of the jar...and the glass. I ran to find Evie and found her in a pile of glass shards sucking on her fingers. I picked her up, rushed her to the tub and just started dumping water on her. I had to pry one of her little hands open to get a huge chunk of glass out and her hand just started bleeding. I called 911 because there was no way I could load the girls up fast enough to get to the ER and Evie was chocking on glass. I got what I thought was all the glass out of her mouth by the time the paramedics showed up. When they came they wiped down her face (it was covered in blood due to her cut hand and rubbing her face) and they scooped some glass out of her mouth. By the time they left I pulled another chunk out from under her tongue so, I decided to take her to the pediatrician. Our doctor sent us upstairs for an x-ray, where they discovered that she has two dime size chunks of glass in her stomach. They said we are going to wait to see if they pass and if they don't, we will do surgery next week or, if she started vomiting blood or blood in her stool, we will do surgery. Pray they pass fine! I may not survive my two year old...
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