Brayden had his first splinter on Friday evening and it is totally my fault. I had been pretty good about making Brayden wear shoes on the deck in the beginning of the summer but I got lax and Brayden's darling little tootsies fell victim to the wooden deck!
We had been out on the deck after nap having our new favorite snack, frozen go-gourt. We came in and Brayden was playing trains at the kitchen table while I cleaned...I mean, surfed the net. He called to me "Mommy, what wrong with my feet?" and I simple thought they had fallen asleep since they were dangling over the chair so I told him to sit Indian style. Problem solved...not quite. He came limping over and said in the saddest voice, "Mommy, what wrong with my feet?" So I investigated and found a gigantic splinter. Yikes...called hubby and he told me to take it out...duh! Did I ever mention I am not good in emergency situations and although this situation wasn't that emergent, I still need some support and coaxing to push me into the direction I didn't want to go because I knew this direction would involve lots of screaming and crying and one sleeping Cami that wouldn't be sleeping for much longer.
So I take the hurt foot and start the operation promising my patient candy, cookies, cake and ice cream...all his favorites! I get the splinter out and of course, it breaks and the part that is left is pretty deep. I decide to wait for my back up doctor to come home and Brayden says through little sobs "I want my special candy." Oh crap! I have no candy. I threw out all candy earlier in the week since I was eating it and I needed it out of the house. I also have no cookies, cake or ice cream...all empty promises that any mom would say to make her little man feel better in times of serious pain. So I convince him that yo-gos are candy since they kind of look like it anyway and all is good in the world.
Ben gets home and Brayden goes back into the operating room. Since Ben is the better, more skilled surgeon, he performs the surgery and call the shots. One quick call to the neighbors produces four lollipops so we are ready to start the procedure. A ten minute foot soak in Cami's European baby spa tub, sterilization of operating tools (tweezers and needle) and finally we got the splinter out with lots of very loud screaming and crying. Two lollipops and one Diego band-aid later, Brayden is fully recovered.
Moral of this story, shoes are necessary at all times outside. It is far less painful to put on shoes then to dig splinters out of your poor little child's precious little feet. Bad mommy moment of the week behind me!
2 months ago
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It is funny that you said we are practically the same person. When I clicked through and read your post today I laughed because we have gone through that same situation twice now. Unfortunately, Austin loves playing with his cars on the deck and will usually get splinters in the top of his feet and his knees from "crawling" on the deck while maneuvering his vehicles. We keep a big bag of dum dum lollipops for cooperation during the surgical procedure. It breaks my heart but my husband says they all must come out because pressure treated wood has arsenic in it. Now that Austin can get his own shoes on, he never forgets to put them on before going outside.
Poor little buddy!
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