Removing Fiberglass From Your Hands: An Experience With My Toddler
You are never short on adventures with three kids in the house. Therefore to say the very least there truly is never a dull moment. I had an interesting experience today and thought it'd be a good idea to share. I've never dealth with this situation with my older two kids, and I'm used to always referring back to things I did with them when it comes to searching for answers or solutions to particular situations.
The wind was something fierce today. I only mention it because that's where it all begins. Because of the wind, our basketball hoop had blown over. My oldest son goes outside to pick it up and of course my youngest, who's 3yrs. old, (my biggest little helper) decides he wants to help.
Not long after they return, my little one's complaining of his hands hurting. I took a look at both of his hands, for any signs of swelling, even had him squeeze my hands and rotate them around to check for maybe a sprain or what not. He hadn't taken a nap today, so I figured he's gotta be sleepy. This kid is notorious in our house for being a walking time bomb when he's tired. He can go from smiles and giggles to screaming bloody murder in a split second. (lol!)
I took him to wash his hands, figuring whatever it was would be okay once this was done, but that wasn't the case. He kept holding his hands up and wide open telling me "My hands hurt!". I was completely puzzled. At this point, I call my daughter, who's 7. She always seems to be the commentator on all situations and can pretty much give me a rundown on things that happened. All I got from her was that my little one had tried to pull the basketball court up with my older son. I asked if she saw him pinch his hand anywhere, she said he didn't.
At this point, my husband becomes concerned so I explain what's going on. "The basketball court....he must've touched the net or the rim" he says. "He's probably got fiberglass in his hands. My huband's much a do it yourselfter kinda guy and he's no stranger to something like that happening, in fact it's happened to him quite often, but it's never that much of a bother for him.
My oldest son mentions to me how he had fiberglass stuck in his hands when he was as at his Grandpa's house one day and was told to wash his hands in warm water and use a washcloth to rub it off. So I did that exactly, but no such luck. My baby boy seemed relieved at first. I think only because he felt whatever I was doing would be the answer, but it wasn't long before he started complaining again. I couldn't think of what I could possibly do. Examining his hands, the only thing I could make out under the light was somewhat of a shimmer/glittering in parts of his hands, nothing I could even attempt to pull out using tweezers. I kneeled down with him and grabbed his hands in mine and suggested we pray for God to take away the pain, and we did.
I figured there had to be something that I could do, my poor little guy was walking around with his arms bent up at his elbows, hands stetched out understandingly whining about his hands. I'm pretty good about being able to distract him when need be, so I got the idea to grab some ice, put it in a sandwich ziplock bag and wrap it with a paper towel. I presented it to him as a solution (not knowing if it would help at all) hoping that I could provide some kind of positive thinking in his mind as far as having something tangible in his hands, with the hope of them feeling better. It actually worked for a while.
He sat on the couch watching Wonder Pets, showing off to his sister the bag of ice he got to keep for his own. It quieted him down, and he was soon asleep. He did however wake up crying, again complaining of his hands. I went to wash his hands again, and my husband mentions to try using tape. Made perfect sense, I thought- why didn't I think of that? I grabbed a piece of packing tape and pressed it slightly on the inside of his hands and fingers and pulled it off slowly. I repeated doing so a couple of times on each hand. And then, almost instantaneously my son was all smiles and screams, "It doesn't hurt, I'm not crying anymore!!" I celebrated with him and we shared a big hug as he laughed. Our prayer was answered! =)
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