My son spilled HOT coffee on himself this morning. And it was my fault.
I sat in the shower with him, running cool water on his arm, and never in my life did I want to take someone else’s pain onto myself more.
What is it about parenthood? I don’t have any great philosophical conclusions to our little incident this morning. Just that my baby hurt and therefore my heart broke.
For Grandma and Aunt Yill-yo: he’s fine. It blistered, but his shirt and shorts protected everything but the inside of his little arm. The Doc prescribed a good ointment and Tylenol with codeine, but said it’ll heal just fine.
Sadness. I promise this blog will have fun, jolly posts too. But I had to get this one out in the open today.