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Here we are at the start of another week and I thought I must tell you of an incident which happened a couple of days ago, when my daughter was here with the two little ones. You really have got to have eyes in the back of your head when you've got two toddlers running around!
My daughter was dealing with my grandson in another room, and I was in the sun room with Ruby, having just given her some lunch. I lifted her down from her high chair and just popped out of the room for less than a minute. The next thing we heard were these screams from little Ruby.
We both rushed out and there she was, sat on the floor with a broken glass with real jagged edges in her hand and blood streaming from her mouth. My heart stopped for a minute - I'm sure you all know that feeling - there was blood everywhere. All on the floor, all over her pretty little new dress that she had on.
Anyway, when we could finally look to see what was happening, we could see that she had a deep cut right on the top of one of her fingers. Fortunately, her mouth was alright, it was just that she had put her finger into her mouth. It must have been so painful for the poor little soul.
I was rushing all over the house, pulling open cupboards and drawers looking for a little bandage or some such thing. I had loads of plasters, but with the blood literally pouring out, we just couldn't get it dry enough to put a plaster on. While all this was going on, the little grandson kept coming up to me, saying "don't worry Grandma. don't worry Grandma!"
In the end I found some healing tape and we managed to get that on. Ruby was by then trying to be very brave but, of course, every time she went to pick something up (it was on her right hand), the pain started all over again.
What had happened was I had left a glass on the window sill (I know, I know!) and she must have reached up and picked it up. She had then walked almost all the way across the room with it, but must have fallen and the glass would have broken, as we have a flagstone floor out in that room. I felt sick, I can tell you, to think that I was the one that had left the glass there.
My future son in law popped down to see us this morning, and said that the wound wasn't closing over at all, so they took Ruby up to the local Pharmacy. The Pharmacist had a good look at it, and said that the only thing he could suggest was to put superglue into the wound to hold it together and the skin would then grow around it!
I didn't really like the sound of that at all, but, apparently, the Pharmacist said that this was one of the reasons why superglue was first invented, and it was used a lot in the first World War, to heal wounds. Who would have thought it!
Anyway, I just hope that it works for my little granddaughter. Bless.
Here we are at the start of another week and I thought I must tell you of an incident which happened a couple of days ago, when my daughter was here with the two little ones. You really have got to have eyes in the back of your head when you've got two toddlers running around!
My daughter was dealing with my grandson in another room, and I was in the sun room with Ruby, having just given her some lunch. I lifted her down from her high chair and just popped out of the room for less than a minute. The next thing we heard were these screams from little Ruby.
We both rushed out and there she was, sat on the floor with a broken glass with real jagged edges in her hand and blood streaming from her mouth. My heart stopped for a minute - I'm sure you all know that feeling - there was blood everywhere. All on the floor, all over her pretty little new dress that she had on.
Anyway, when we could finally look to see what was happening, we could see that she had a deep cut right on the top of one of her fingers. Fortunately, her mouth was alright, it was just that she had put her finger into her mouth. It must have been so painful for the poor little soul.
I was rushing all over the house, pulling open cupboards and drawers looking for a little bandage or some such thing. I had loads of plasters, but with the blood literally pouring out, we just couldn't get it dry enough to put a plaster on. While all this was going on, the little grandson kept coming up to me, saying "don't worry Grandma. don't worry Grandma!"
In the end I found some healing tape and we managed to get that on. Ruby was by then trying to be very brave but, of course, every time she went to pick something up (it was on her right hand), the pain started all over again.
What had happened was I had left a glass on the window sill (I know, I know!) and she must have reached up and picked it up. She had then walked almost all the way across the room with it, but must have fallen and the glass would have broken, as we have a flagstone floor out in that room. I felt sick, I can tell you, to think that I was the one that had left the glass there.
My future son in law popped down to see us this morning, and said that the wound wasn't closing over at all, so they took Ruby up to the local Pharmacy. The Pharmacist had a good look at it, and said that the only thing he could suggest was to put superglue into the wound to hold it together and the skin would then grow around it!
I didn't really like the sound of that at all, but, apparently, the Pharmacist said that this was one of the reasons why superglue was first invented, and it was used a lot in the first World War, to heal wounds. Who would have thought it!
Anyway, I just hope that it works for my little granddaughter. Bless.
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| Her hair is taking a long time to grow, but, from the back, it looks as if its going to be curly! |
