The Trials and Tribulations of Emily
Well, those of you who are neither directly related to me, nor named Lisa, are completely unaware of the events of 12/26/05 in regards to Emily. I have been meaning to get around to bringing it up, but have been kind of busy, and not blogging much anyway.
I was at work during the day and Martha and my mother were watching Emily. My mother was unaware of Emily's newest game or exactly how fond of it she was. Emily has found that if she holds real still for a couple of minutes while someone is holding her, and then launches herself at something that catches her eye, she really catches people off guard.
As such, my mother was in the process of making a bottle for her when Emily decided it was time to play again. As has been the case the first time with the rest of us, she caught my mother by surprise. Nevertheless, my mother's experience with babies and lightning reflexes prevented Emily from tumbling out of her arms. They didn't prevent Emily from stretching that hand out a little further as she did so and getting her hands on the prize. A frying pan. On the lit stove.
My mother says that she will never forget the sound that Emily made, and in truth, somewhat selfishly, I am glad I wasn't here to hear it. Of course my mother and wife rushed my daughter to the doctor's office, calling me while they were en route to let me know what was going on. By the time I got out of work they were home and Emily's hand was all bandaged up.
We've been taking her to the doctor each day, and things do seem to be going well. Other than being a little less prone to sleep, Emily is not acting as if she is in any pain. In fact at several points I have watched as she beats the offending hand against something repeatedly and laughs. So apparently, from her angle, everything seems to be okay for the most part.
My mother and wife just took her to the doctor again today, and he advised that we go to a children's burn specialist. He has some concern about scarring, which would give her significant hand trouble later on since scar tissue doesn't grow. (Thus it was relayed to me, though I know that to some extent this isn't true. The scar on my foot is the width of my foot, a much wider scar than it was when I got it.) Nevertheless, we have to see what the specialist will say.
So that's it, an up to date window into my life, or something close to it.
I was at work during the day and Martha and my mother were watching Emily. My mother was unaware of Emily's newest game or exactly how fond of it she was. Emily has found that if she holds real still for a couple of minutes while someone is holding her, and then launches herself at something that catches her eye, she really catches people off guard.
As such, my mother was in the process of making a bottle for her when Emily decided it was time to play again. As has been the case the first time with the rest of us, she caught my mother by surprise. Nevertheless, my mother's experience with babies and lightning reflexes prevented Emily from tumbling out of her arms. They didn't prevent Emily from stretching that hand out a little further as she did so and getting her hands on the prize. A frying pan. On the lit stove.
My mother says that she will never forget the sound that Emily made, and in truth, somewhat selfishly, I am glad I wasn't here to hear it. Of course my mother and wife rushed my daughter to the doctor's office, calling me while they were en route to let me know what was going on. By the time I got out of work they were home and Emily's hand was all bandaged up.
We've been taking her to the doctor each day, and things do seem to be going well. Other than being a little less prone to sleep, Emily is not acting as if she is in any pain. In fact at several points I have watched as she beats the offending hand against something repeatedly and laughs. So apparently, from her angle, everything seems to be okay for the most part.
My mother and wife just took her to the doctor again today, and he advised that we go to a children's burn specialist. He has some concern about scarring, which would give her significant hand trouble later on since scar tissue doesn't grow. (Thus it was relayed to me, though I know that to some extent this isn't true. The scar on my foot is the width of my foot, a much wider scar than it was when I got it.) Nevertheless, we have to see what the specialist will say.
So that's it, an up to date window into my life, or something close to it.
posted by Wanderer at 4:14 PM
2 Comments:
poor baby, and poor grandma too.
Chip -
I will get on Judy's case again tomorrow if she hasn't sent it out, but she said she would do so this week. Let me know.
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