Hannah got burned this morning. Second degree burns. Bethany had taken a cup of coffee to K and Hannah wanting to be helpful had grabbed the cup of coffee I was making for Husband. It splashed on her wrist and hand causing immediate blisters. When she dropped the cup and screamed rubbing the hot coffee off onto her dress, she ripped the blister open. It all happened fast.
I scooped her up, sat with her, soothed her, and examined her to see where the burn was and to see if there were any other burns. (There weren't.) I poured cup after cup after cup of cold water over the burn while Husband got the cream, bandages, and wrap. After irrigating the burn, covering it, wrapping it, etc, we took her to urgent care.
Urgent care "after hours" is closed on week-ends. During the week, their extended hours are only until 6:00. So, I called the number on the door and asked where the nearest urgent care place is. We were told "Either here or Mountain Home." Well, that is all fine and well, but where is "Here?" After prying that out of her, we went to Mountain Home. The nearest ER is about an hour and a half away.
We finally make it to the ER and they did nothing different than what I did except give her Tylenol with codeine and cut way the skin that she ripped when she rubbed her wrist against her dress. My concern was infection and making sure I irrigated it well enough. (I did.) What I did not think of was the slight possibility of mobility impairment with scar tissue once it's healed. I was advised to do what I was already going to do and that is take her to the doctor on Monday.
So, while the ER trip was just a duplication of what I had done at home, it was nice having that confirmation that medically speaking, I did everything right. We were given a prescription for her for Tylenol with codeine and I don't see her needing it until bedtime when she no longer has daytime distractions from her wrist.
I feel horrible that she got burned and that I didn't stop her from walking with a cup of hot coffee. It was one of those "She's done it before" things, but the cup had not been filled all the way before. When the cup is all the way full, I don't allow her to touch it. But this morning, I was not paying attention. Yes, I am kicking myself and there is no excuse for what had happened. I just pray there is no permanent damage from a few seconds lack of judgement. And, as I had been reminded, this type of injury can happen just as easily in a "normal" home or even a restaurant as it did here.