EQ has hit a real growth spurt and is CONSTANTLY hungry. Last night when I put him to bed he was complaining that he was still hungry so I promised him a big breakfast. So when I went out to get stuff for ZQs project I picked him up some bacon. I got up very early and put the bacon on and the homemade bagel ZQ requested, showered and got them showered and by this time everyone is very excited as the entire house smells like bacon. I take out the bacon from the oven and AQ overexcited runs to get some right into me and I trip over her spilling bacon grease all over her in the process. Her screams will haunt me for the rest of my life!!! I ripped off her clothes and rushed her up to a cold shower. Already the blisters were terrible. I then dried her carefully and smeared her in honey. As soon as I got the honey on she said she felt much better. I wrapped then burns in plastic and off to the hospital we went. (Actually dropping ZQ at school on the way as she said it didn’t hurt now I had the honey on it and the hospital is in the same area as ZQs school anyway). I missed that I had gotten her foot too and though it was not nearly as bad as the rest of the burns she started crying in the car as her foot was not covered and that was hurting. The hospital staff were amazing and I could not have asked for a quicker or better hospital experience. The ER Dr was amazed at my care of her wounds. He said that there have been recent studies done that prove that honey has been proven as effective if not better than traditional medicine for burn treatments. She kept saying it didn’t hurt much and by the time the hospital got their treatments on she told me that the honey felt much better. So she is all wrapped up in gauze. She has redness on her foot, at least 3 big blistered burns on her back/shoulder blade area and 2 on her left arm. The hospital staff loved her and spoiled her. She was so very brave, even when they were washing off the honey she just keep quiet and let them do what they needed to, even giggling at a joke or two between us. They were so impressed. They gave her 2 stuffed animals which we named “honey” and “bacon”. The staff were so quick that by the time Karen arrived we were already signing out and AQ insisted that we go to coffee. So we had coffee with AQ in her hospital gown and gauze happily chowing down on a muffin.

AQ kept telling me that she didn’t want to go to the hospital because she didn’t want people to think I was a bad Mummy. Which of course made me cry. BQ got very upset when it happened and was screaming at me (men r so hopeless with stress). Later when I had her dressed he wanted to talk to her and she was scared of him. I told him she was scared of him because he made her feel like it was her fault. So he gave her a cuddle and said “it is not your fault it is Mummy’s fault” which brought on more hysterical cries and she said “IT WAS NOT MUMMY’S FAULT EITHER IT WAS JUST AN ACCIDENT!!!” BQ replied that “some accidents are unaceptable mummy should be more careful” and she replies “No, my mummy is a good mummy, it was an accident.” I am of course crying while I type this.

While I was getting together ZQs stuff to take him to school AQ kept looking up at me sobbing and saying “It’s ok Mummy, it’s not too bad. I don’t want you to feel bad Mummy. It was an accident. Please don’t feel bad”

I have so many things to be grateful for. Grateful that I knew what to do. Grateful that it is not her face so I have to look at what I did every time I look at her. Grateful that the timing worked out so that I was able to get her to the hospital and not have to worry about what to do with the boys. Grateful that she is going to be ok. Loads of Dr visits in our future but she is alive and not still in the hospital.

Dear boys were so good. ZQ came down to see if she was ok. I said that if he wanted to really help Mummy out he could try cleaning up the bacon grease off the floor so no-one else gets hurt, which he did while I finished up with AQ. EQ came over when I had her settled and timidly asked “Do you think it would be ok if I ate the bacon now?” Then divided it up between them all, not forgetting AQ who still wanted the bacon she was so excited about. It was gone in seconds.

I called Mum when we were home and settled (while I was scrubbing bacon grease off the floor). I gave the phone to AQ at one point and she said “Mum, does she know?” Checking with me if it was ok before she told her then proceeded to say “YOUR DAUGHTER spilt bacon grease all over me and burnt me really bad”

I can’t believe how brave she has been and how much the honey helped her not to be in pain. I love my little girl. I am so glad she is ok. I hate visiting the ER, seems I have been there WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too often! Broken arm (the 2nd one we went straight to the surgeon), the mushroom incident, cali’s incident when she turned blue as a baby, my lovely trip there…. waaaaaaaaaaay too often.

So I am giving thanks for my gorgeous children. As much as I complain about how much work they are and how my life has been ENTIRELY consumed by them, I wouldn’t change it for anything!