Just posting because I feel so awful and don't really know what to do with myself. Staying in a hotel for a few nights with a log burner in the room. Wasn't intending to light it until the kids were in bed, but then had the bright idea I'd warm up their pyjamas on the fireguard while they were in the bath, as they'd only be in the same room for a few minutes while they got ready for bed and DH and I would be right there.
Completely forseeably, in two and a half seconds with DH and I both only feet from him, the two-year-old decided to stick his hand onto the glass of the burner. Both of us saw him about to do it and got to him a millisecond too late. Despite 20 minutes under a cold tap started immediately he's got two giant blisters on his palm, and absolutely sobbed his heart out for about forty minutes earlier until we were able to get ibuprofen as well as the calpol we'd brought with us down him. He kept begging me to fix it and didn't understand why I couldn't.
It looks so painful, and I feel so sorry for him and so guilty. WHY did I not just leave the damn thing off?! FFS. Not only was it a totally forseeable accident, I'd specifically thought about it beforehand and dismissed the risk, and then WATCHED IT HAPPEN.
I'm supposed to be getting some sleep while DH stays up to give him his next calpol dose but I just can't switch my brain off. I've never felt so totally inadequate and shit as a parent.