The burning of a hand.

Such a sad tale but sometimes you just can't move fast enough. I'm a safety extremist. I put Henry in his full five point harness to move the the car from the garage to the side of the street.  I don't even blink when Henry is in the bath, but I suppose sometimes accidents happen regardless of how on top of things you try to be.

Our little man essentially stumbled his way right into a gas fireplace the morning of Christmas Eve. One second he was turning away from the fireplace in reaction to the loud chorus of "no's!" and then next millisecond he was turning right back around with his hands stretched out. Ouch! His entire left palm and some of his fingertips ended up with a second degree burn. Thankfully the kind folks at the ER had Henry drugged up and cleaned up relatively quickly. Two hour is quick, right? And they even put us to front of the line at Urgent Care (where they then transferred us to the ER thinking Henry would need to be sedated...thankfully this was not the case!).

Surprisingly he didn't want to stand still long enough to get a decent picture of his hand a day or so after the accident.

He let us bandage his hand up for about a week before he started biting it off at night and throwing it out of his crib. Thankfully we are passed the twice daily changing of bandages. Whenever Jake would come near him for a few days after the burn, Henry would freak out because he thought he was going to get pinned down for a bandage change. Ahh, so sad!

As a result of the burn, Henry now goes around saying, "hot" to just about everything. To him it doesn't matter if it's the oven, or a bowl of applesauce...everything is HOT! Sad, but cute.