It was Saturday a couple weekends ago. I was heading to a wedding shower with Charlotte. Andrew was heading to a Purdue football game with Tommy. Andrew left before I was ready so Charlotte was with me in the bathroom. I normally remember to pull the cords up so Charlotte won't grab them but of course the ONE TIME I forget, she grabs the cord to my curling iron and she pulls it down. I grab the curling iron and set it back on the counter and let go but I didn't realize that Charlotte still had the cord in her hand. She pulled it down again and the barrel of the curling iron rolled down her leg.
She. Was. Pissed.
I put cold water on it and tried to calm her down. She really didn't cry that long. She was very clingy though after that. She ended up being in a pretty good mood so I decided to go to the shower and call the doctor on the way there, just in case. All the offices were closed so I talked to someone on some Nurse Line. I answered all of her questions. After the spanish inquisition, she told me to take her to the emergency room.
Now with my first child, I definitely would have gone to the emergency room. However, when I did, they told me Tommy probably had cystic fibrosis (when in fact, it was just a constipation issue) so I try to avoid the ER at all costs. So I tried to WebMD myself out of having to go to the ER with a baby. She was in a really great mood the rest of the day. She never had a fever. The burn only blistered in two tiny places. I called two medical professionals in my circle of trust and they confirmed that I could get away with home treatment. We lubed up the wound with neosporin, kept it bandaged, and waited until Monday when I could see her pediatrician.
I picked out a mini cupcake for her but she grabbed the cream puff off my plate and shoved it in her mouth. She's a woman who knows what she wants! Poke that puff! :)
The pediatrician was the one that pointed out that it actually rolled down her leg. I thought it landed longways but he said you can see where the opening of the curling iron hit from the two lines on each side of the burn. Poor baby. :(
So to summarize, we get an F- in babyproofing, an A in Wound Management, and we now know Charlotte is one tough little chica.