I'm not a Nurse, but I play one at home

A week ago Thursday I was sewing Madeline's quilt for her "big girl" bed and had been using the iron to press seams, etc. When I was done, I put the iron on the counter in the laundry room and pushed it back to cool. Now, you must know that Madeline is my mischevious one and also very quick! While I had my back to her she grabbed the stool out of the pantry and carried it into the Laundry Room to investigate.

When she saw that big shiny iron she just couldn't resist (Hey look! Somethin' Shiny!!) and she touched the iron severely burning her left hand.

After a call to Grandma (who also happens to be the nurse for our Pediatrician) I tried all of the suggestions that she gave:

1- Put it in cold water, have her hold an ice cube - she refused.

2- Put some Silvadine Cream on it and wrap it up - this seemed to upset her even more.

3- Give her some Motrin for the pain - I ended up wearing most of it as she REFUSED to take it.

Well, after two hours of Madeline crying and my nerves frazzled, I decided a visit to the InstaCare was in order, as it was too late to go to the doctor. When we got to the InstaCare she immediately calmed down and fell asleep in my arms. When we saw the doctor, she let him look at it and put medicine on it and wrap it up. When the nurse came in with the Motrin, she took it just like it was candy!! AGGHHH, she made a liar out of me!

Now we have to keep it wrapped up until it heals. Every night after her bath I cut the old bandage off and put on a fresh one. I think that for the most part she just likes having the pink wrap on. She likes to show it to anyone who will look and say "Look at my Pink!" I don't know what I will do when she doesn't actually have to wear the bandage anymore!