The Terrible Injury

Last night Little A had a terrible injury-- it was a blister on her right heel. You would have thought her foot had been severed from the leg. "Mama, BOO BOO!" she wailed as I took her sock off. I had to carry her to her changing table, where I carefully applied some triple antibiotic ointment and a band aid. Still she was "unable to walk." So I carried her to the kitchen so that I could fix the girls' dinner. She refused to sit in her chair at the table. "Mama, foot hurts!" she complained. I tried to explain to her that I could not cook dinner with her in my arms. I sat her up on the counter and watched her cry for a minute. Big A came over and climbed onto the counter with her-- "to calm her down, Mommy". That didn't help. So I asked her if she would like some "orange medicine" to help with the pain (children's ibuprofen). She immediately said "Yeah" in a very pitiful voice. I gave her the "orange medicine" and some water to wash it down. "Is the pain gone now?" I asked. She smiled a big happy smile and said "Yes, Mama!" Amazing how fast that stuff works, isn't it! :) When dinner was ready, Little A must have been feeling the pain again. Only this time it must have been in her hands, because she wanted me to feed her like a baby. She would point to the food she wanted a bite of, and I would have to scoop it onto the fork and feed it to her. And I thought Big A was the drama queen. This morning, she was still limping around on her tip toes. I gave her another dose of the"orange medicine" to
help with the pain and she seemed magically cured again. I hope she is not having a bad day at school today as a result of her grave injury. Big A was trying to come up with an injury of her own in order to get some "orange medicine" too, but I'm wise to that trick. I told her I would give her some cough syrup for her cough, but she declined-- that stuff tastes terrible!