First Trip to the Hospital

Well, the title just says it all. It'll be a month tomorrow since our first ER trip.
What happened and how you might ask? Here are the details of that awful evening.

On Sunday night, we usually go to my parent's house for diner. But that Sunday we decided to go out instead to a sushi restaurant. We got a big table and Mr. V took Miss A from me and had her on his lap. The waitress brought tea and cups. I poured down the tea and gave everyone a cup. Now, the cups were pretty far away from Miss A. I would say somewhere in the middle of the table. Miss A, being her curious self, tried to reach for a plate, then chopsticks, and then one short second later she finally a cup of hot tea. The tea spilled on the table and reached my precious little girl. She started screaming and yelling. Honestly, I was so shocked that I had a very slow reaction. I took Miss A and ran to the bathroom with her like a maniac woman. I pulled paper towels and wet them with cold water and applied to the area where she got burned. She couldn't stop crying. She had tears pouring down her cute "little" cheeks and I didn't know what to do. I, the mother of this child, did not know what to do. I was lost. My mom and my brother were running back and forth. I kept asking to bring her diaper bag and they brought me my bag. Mr. V was on the phone calling our pediatrician but since it was after hours he wasn't able to reach anyone. Oh, and I guess he doesn't know about the option of a live nurse. I figured he was just as shocked as I was and totally didn't listen to all of the options on the phone.

I sat on the toilet holding my baby girl who couldn't calm down. She looked at me and I felt useless and helpless. She was waiting for me to soothe her and relief her from the pain but I didn't know how to do it. Finally, we decided to go to ER.

Ugh, I can't even describe what I felt as I walked into ER holding my baby, who by the way calmed down in the car and fell asleep. (I had to held her during the car ride. There was no way, I could strap her in the car seat. She needed me). After waiting for about an hour, the doctor looked at the burn area (little bit on the arm and a little more on her left side of the stomach), put some neosporin, gauze and tape, and off we went. The doc said it happens a lot. Geez, that didn't make me feel better.

For the next 2 weeks, we washed the burn area twice a day, applied neosporin, and placed the dressing on her wounds. I cried for the first two days when I changed her. My baby's girl skin was burned because I wasn't looking. I wasn't fast enough to reach that cup first. I wasn't thinking two steps ahead when I poured that tea. Her perfect and precious white skin had blisters and red spots on it. I felt guilty and I still do. My eyes are all watery as I type this. I felt even worse when both of my sister-in-laws told their families and friends what happened and they started calling us to check how Miss A was doing. I felt like people were judging me. I felt like I didn't deserve to be a mother. I felt like the whole world around us will think of us careless parents.

Now, the wounds and blisters are gone. She still has a little bit of red left on her stomach and hand but it is nothing comparing to what it was like before. I aim pretty sure it'll heel in the next few weeks. i bought a cart/high chair cover and that is what we use when we go out now. Oh and now we take turns drinking hot tea if Miss A is next to us. I wish we wouldn't have to learn from these kind of mistakes, but it happened and there is no way I can go back and change what happened that evening.

Mother's Day

To tell you the truth, I was a bit disappointed that day. I got up early to pump and feed Miss A breakfast. I didn't mind it at all. I got to spend time with her. I changed her and fed her breakfast. We played in her room quitly and then prepared breakfast for adults. Mr. V woke up and totally forgot that it was Mother's Day. As he was holding A, she kind of hit him in the arm. It was a perfect place for me to say "that is right A, I should punch daddy also for not remembering that it is Mother's day". He had that look on his face, you know which one I talk about. Oh crap, I f***ed up. He leaned and kissed me on the cheeck. That is right, no flowers, no surprise, and no gift (I picked out a purse a week before and he got it for me, but I was still thinking I would get something else. I am so naive). I don't know if it should make me feel better or not, but he totally forgot to congratulate his mom with this special holiday. Yeap, he talked to her in the morning and had to call back after I told him about me punching him :).

Apparently, hubbs was tired that day, so he decided to take a nap. Really? I thought it was my day to relax! I escaped to the grocery store, since my brother decided to have a gathering at his house. And get this, it was a potluck, so all couples had to bring something. I was pissed thinking that my mom and other women have to cook instead of taking time for themselves.

I did manage to get a mani/pedi that day, which I desperately needed since I started wearing open toe shoes.

I was upset that Mr. V didn't put any effort into making my first Mother's day special. But I think he also gets some credit because we never had this holiday back in former USSR. At the end of the day though, I realized that I don't need any surprises. I don't need any luxury gifts and attention from the hubby. It made me realize that I already had the most amazing gift in the whole wide world who melts my heart with her adorable smile. I think in the future, I'll be spending more time with my jewel during that holiday instead of taking time for myself. I'll be celebrating with her. After all, I am a mother because of her!!!

So Much To Write About

And so little time. I don't have enough time to blog. I think that is the perfect excuse for not updtating my blog. Work has been crazy lately and evenings are devoted to Miss A and other fun stuff routines around the house. I feel like I have to jot down my ideas for the blog, otherwise I'll forget what I wanted to write about. And it wouldn't be a surprise if I would forget or lost the post it with my notes. Lately, I feel like my mind went for a walk and forgot to come back.