There was a campaign on TV when I was a kid. It said that hot water burns like fire. Those campaigns work. Yesterday my daughter pulled a bowl of boiling hot water on herself and as I put her in the shower under cold water and took a look at her hot red skin as it peeled away from her body, that phrase repeated in my head over and over and over. It’s still doing it.
Xanthe’s OK. Some serious bandages and lots of pain relief have helped. She’s playing and giggling like normal. The first few hours were horrible, but she’s good now.
We’ll be back at the hospital for a dressing change and assessment of the burns. We’ll be doing this for a couple of weeks. I don’t think she’ll enjoy that much.
We’ve put a baby gate at the entrance to the kitchen. This will not happen again. It could have been so much worse, I’m grateful for that at least.
This could have been avoided though, and the guilt is huge.