10 days ago our little Henry had an accident. It was Sunday evening and we were visiting Ryan's parents. We were all gathered in their great room chatting and watching the Olympics. Ryan's dad had just turned off the gas fireplace because the room was getting stuffy when suddenly I heard Henry whimpering and saw that he was touching the hot glass. It was as if he was paralyzed- he was in shock and couldn't pull away. Ryan was two feet from him so he quickly pulled Henry from the fireplace. I snatched him up and ran for the kitchen sink to run cold water over his hands. We instantly saw the extent of the burns and put him in the car and drove to the emergency room. When we reached the emergency room they whisked Henry back and gave him a morphine shot almost immediately to help with the pain. This sequence of events took place in 10 minutes but felt as though time had stopped.
It was traumatizing to see my sweet baby in so much pain. I've gone over and over in my head how we could have missed seeing him get close to that fireplace. There were 10 of us in the same room, merely feet from him and no one saw exactly what happened. We don't know if he lost his balance and fell or if he saw his reflection and touched it. Within the last 10 days we have visited the emergency room 3 times and flown to Seattle to see the burn specialists at Harbor View Medical Center. Henry has second and third degree burns on his hands, forehead and nose but he's taking everything in stride. He's doing better than me, I think. One of the most challenging parts of this trial is having to stretch his little burned hands 5 times every hour he's awake. (Henry's burns cover all of the creases in his palms and fingers. If we don't stretch his hands we risk him having limited mobility and use of his hands in the future.) It's a painful process for the both of us. His entire life I've tried to shelter and protect him from pain and now I am the one administering it.
Even through this trial it is easy to see the blessings we have been given. There are far too many to list. How thankful I am that my Heavenly Father is aware of Henry, loves him and has sent angels to comfort him. I feel comforted and uplifted too. Thank you for the prayers, emails, cards and healing thoughts you've sent our way. It has taken me awhile to update this space but many of you have reached out since I posted the news on Instagram and for that my heart is full. You are good to us.
For now, we aren't exactly sure of the prognosis. On Friday, Ryan and I will remove the bandages the burn team applied 8 days ago which will give us more of an idea how things are healing and how the stretching exercises are going. Thanks to technology we can email pictures of Henry's hands to our doctors in Seattle and they can decide what the next step will be.