crosspost from FB, details later
Adventures in Parenting news:
Through a mixture of perfect bad timing, Robin managed to pull a mug of new-made (and thus just boiled) hot tea over herself last night. The short version: she's going to be fine, I spent the night with her at the hospital but she's already been discharged, the scalding is all pretty superficial and there will hopefully be no scarring at all (only one blistered area, on her chest, about the size of a two-pound coin). No nursery until she's healed, so two weeks or so, which is going to make the next two weeks interesting workwise. But as disasters go, that went about as smoothly as possible. In part, apparently, because Chris and I reacted to the incident *exactly* right and prevented it from being a lot worse.
In conclusion: first aid training for the win, NHS even more for the win (I don't even want to think about what the last 14 hours would have been like in the States), Robin for the win (she's already back to her happy, curious self, though seeing her high on nasal morphine was rather hilarious), and I am going the fuck to bed now.
P.S. In odd ironic news: the time when the accident happened was almost exactly, to the hour, when I went into labor a year ago. Hell of a way to celebrate your upcoming birthday, kid.
Through a mixture of perfect bad timing, Robin managed to pull a mug of new-made (and thus just boiled) hot tea over herself last night. The short version: she's going to be fine, I spent the night with her at the hospital but she's already been discharged, the scalding is all pretty superficial and there will hopefully be no scarring at all (only one blistered area, on her chest, about the size of a two-pound coin). No nursery until she's healed, so two weeks or so, which is going to make the next two weeks interesting workwise. But as disasters go, that went about as smoothly as possible. In part, apparently, because Chris and I reacted to the incident *exactly* right and prevented it from being a lot worse.
In conclusion: first aid training for the win, NHS even more for the win (I don't even want to think about what the last 14 hours would have been like in the States), Robin for the win (she's already back to her happy, curious self, though seeing her high on nasal morphine was rather hilarious), and I am going the fuck to bed now.
P.S. In odd ironic news: the time when the accident happened was almost exactly, to the hour, when I went into labor a year ago. Hell of a way to celebrate your upcoming birthday, kid.