Warning: This post is not for people who get queasy with medical stuff (there are pictures below of Olivia’s burn). Apparently my dad almost passed out when my mom first told him about Olivia burning her arm on the campfire.
Tonight, because I’m flying to Alberta tomorrow, the whole family drove down to the hospital at St. Pierre to watch Olivia get her burn re-dressed. Up to this point only Olivia and I had gone to the hospital, and I wanted Marc to be familiar with (and able to stomach) the process before I left him to it alone. (Incidentally, I’m kind of glad I’m gone for this phase of healing. I have a thing about seeing patterns on skin, and with the gauze the way it is, her skin is healing with the pattern of the gauze on it.)
But her skin is healing really well. Tonight, especially, it looked considerably better than the previous three nights. She’s making really good progress. And there has been only moment in this whole process where Olivia has cried and complained about her burn hurting (and that was likely because she was standing in the middle of a field of mosquitoes all by herself).
She’s done so wonderfully through it all, as the pictures well attest to. Of course she was hamming it up a bit tonight because she had her brother and sister for an audience. But she has been brave every time, never crying or fussing. I’m so proud of my girl, and so happy that it looks like this is all going to heal quickly, and she can get back to the fun things of summer.
Okay. Here are the pictures. They aren’t that bad, because the burn really does look much better, but you have been sufficiently warned.
There it is. The worst part is getting nice and pink with a layer of skin slowly appearing. The bottom is already brown. The lines on the inside of her arm are just from the bandage that was wrapped around it.
First it gets rinsed. (That’s saline not a needle.)
Then comes the Polysporin.
Then the vaseline mesh guaze stuff (that’s it’s technical name).
And then the wrap (which is then covered by a little stocking).
This is the finished product with the stocking. You see how it doesn’t really slow her down from having fun (and also where the black make-up on her face in the above pictures came from). What a sweet little girl.