Both boys hit it off right away. They set tunes to playing on the electronic piano and danced all around the living room. They ran outside and looked at the bunnies. They rode little bikes/car up and down the sidewalk behind the house. It's rare for Rowan to connect so quickly with another child!
|They grabbed hands and ran around and around in a circle. R1 (Rowan) is standing; R2 (the other child) has just fallen down in their merriment.|
|Yep, that's my arm, taking up half the picture.|
When I got home, Henry was asleep on the couch (Thank you, Grandma!) and Rowan was preparing to enjoy popcorn with Daddy. I suddenly rediscovered that we were completely out of milk, so I offered to make tea for Rowan instead for his bedtime. I carefully poured the boiling water into a sippy cup (he likes those for bed, so he doesn't spill upstairs) and set it on the table to steep. Rowan asked for a chapter of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, so I got the book out and we sat down to enjoy it.
Alas and alack! Rowan, who has trouble sitting still--particularly when he's very excited, like he is about this book--somehow knocked the cup of tea off the table and onto his leg. Oh my, the shrieking! I immediately discarded the book and stripped his pants off so the hot, wet material wouldn't cling to his skin. Matthew came bounding down the stairs faster than I've seen him move in a long time. My poor child! The whole area around his right knee was blistered, and some of his skin has just sloughed right off. My stomach tried to turn inside out.
I took him upstairs to run cold water on it in the shower. In retrospect I probably should have used lukewarm, but I was in Get It Cool NOW mode. Matthew brought up an ice pack and a first aid kit, and Rowan and I snuggled into the armchair. There was burn cream, thankfully, and Matthew also brought some aloe vera from our plant. We coated the burn in cream and aloe vera, then bandaged it for the night.
In the morning when I unwrapped his bandage, it was immediately apparent that he needed to be seen. Thankfully the pediatric clinic he goes to has morning hours on the weekend, and the clinic physicians rotate for those shifts. His regular doctor, Dr G, was not in, but we got an appointment to see Dr K. Here's a picture I took when I unwrapped his bandage again at the clinic:
My poor child! A nurse coated it with a special burn cream and bandaged it up. Dr K sent a prescription to the pharmacy for more cream. Rowan felt a lot better after that, and in the car afterward he said this:
"I like Dr G (regular doctor) and Dr K (today's clinic doctor). They're easy to talk to. Maybe when I grow up I can be a doctor and build my own clinic and help people. And then if someone comes in with a burn like mine, I can help them."
It's enough to make a Mama melt! He was definitely back to his old self, and spent the rest of the day running, jumping, and playing as if nothing had happened.
Henry was very glad to see Mama again, since I'd been gone all day Friday and all morning Saturday. Mama was pretty happy to be home again, too. I took both children with me in the double stroller to pick up Rowan's prescription from the pharmacy. That's right; I put my almost-6-year-old child in a stroller. It's better than having him walk and complain that he's tired! We go faster, too!
Well, that was my weekend; so far, anyway. How was yours?