November 9th was just an ordinary night. I left school, picked Cooper up from daycare, came home and got the mail. Cooper found a toy magazine in the stack of mail to look at while I started dinner. I barely started dinner when Cooper came into the kitchen with a very strange look about him. He was holding his arms and was shaking. I asked him what was wrong. He told me his arms stung. He said that with his teeth clinched. I asked him why they stung. Did a spider bite you? Then again with clinched teeth, Cooper pointed to the iron. He said the iron stung him. I immediately started examining his arms when I saw the blisters. I threw the food back into the refrigerator, got a zip lock bag and filled it with ice, and picked Cooper up and went immediately to the Emergency Room. I remember calling Cameron, and my mom. I also remember Rob calling while putting Cooper in the car. The only thing that bothered Cooper when we got to the ER was that he did not want to ride in the ambulance.
We were blessed to find out the burns were only first degree. They believed he would not scar at all.
This was right after he got bandaged up.
Cooper trying to cheer his Daddy up.
The nurse who bandaged Cooper. He told her she was doing a good job. He got a boo boo bear while he was there.
His right arm.
Cooper's left arm. He was burned more on his left arm than his right.
Once we were home and situated, I sat down with Cooper and talked to him about how important it is to not plug up appliances. We talked about how he should not play with Mommy's iron. He asked if it was ok to look at it, but not touch it. I said exactly. Then he told me he wanted HoHo to bring him an iron that does not plug up, an ironing board with baskets and hangers, and a washing machine.
