You might have noticed in yesterday’s 15 month post that Brady had an odd looking sock on. I’ve gone back and forth about writing about his big accident on our anniversary last week but had decided not to. “It makes me look like such a bad mom.” I thought. And maybe it does. I was worried people would judge or maybe even think I’m some sort of unfit parent. But I want to be honest about it and let people know about it, otherwise I’m just sitting back trying to paint the perfect mom portrait. We are all learning and growing and sometimes making terrible mistakes we wish we never would have made.
To cut the suspense, Brady received 2nd degree burns covering four of his right toes and we spent our anniversary at the emergency room. (Might I remind you we have no health insurance?) I was home alone with Brady and wanted to get some cleaning done. I vaccuumed the hardwood with our Shark vac and then switched on the steam portion to mop. Normally Brady just follows me around and chases the steam as it evaporates in the air like when kids play with bubbles. He usually never gets too close.
He ran up to the steamer, pointed his little pointer finger at it and started to bend down to touch it – I scooped him up quickly but he started to scream. I thought I had got him before he touched it but I guess I hadn’t so I ran him into the bathroom, poored cool water and shoved his little fingers underneath. No redness, no nothing, so I thought we lucked out but I couldn’t understand why he was still screaming. Then I looked at his foot. Shit!
I cried and cried right along with my baby boy telling him how sorry I was. The two of us were just a big pile of tears sitting in the bathroom running the cold water of his toes.
The screaming did not stop until the ER nurse finally gave him some pain medicine and calmed him down. He’s been wearing bandages for a week now and the wound is healing slowly but I’m sure his feet will be scarred and he will always have to tell the story. I feel lowsy. Absolutely horrible. I try so hard to keep him safe and its me that causes his bigest pain to date.
I hope this is the last accident he ever has but I doubt that will be the case. I’m sure more accidents are in our future and I cringe when I realize that. BUT…I just really, really pray that they aren’t my fault.
If you really want to see the damage, click below.
Sher Bailey is a writer in the Midwest who believes the power of humor, Mod Podge, and grandkids can fix most problems in life. You can find her at SherBailey.com.