As promised, things are going to get a little gross... I saved this posting for late night.
Miss Gabbi Girl would put all of her rings on one hand and go to town!
By now, we had a few breaks in the damaged tissue on top and could get some medicine "into" the wound bed, which is what we'd been needing for some time.
There were deeply scarred areas which were concerning me from a range of motion/ functional standpoint.
Note her little wrinkly fingers above. We'd had her splint modified, and because she was wearing it all day and it was such an intimate fit, she wasn't moving her hand a lot. This helped the swelling go down, thus the pruning in her fingers. That is all a good thing!
Every night. Until about a month ago. Now Ellie sleeps in her own bed. A miracle has occurred in the Groves household. Only THREE in the adult bed now!
Ok... NOWWWWW we are cracking! See those open areas in the wound? It's about to get real up in here.
They looked like some sort of funky egg shell.
It was actually called eschar. And it is HARd and sealed. And a nightmare to penetrate!
Gabbi Girl would dress her own hand every night.
She'd get up the next day, and go again.
She was learning to remove the dead tissue that had come loose with the enzymatic debrider being used under her dressings to break down that had tissue that was of no use to her hand or her body. And was preventing actual healing.
See that nice pink tissue?! That is the GOOD stuff! that middle section... NOT so much! And it was DEEP!
Gabbi never freaked out on me. She just kept right on attending to her little wound/ hand and loving it.
I was a very proud mama.
She would be so proud when she was able to harvest a little yucky tissue that needed to go.
And afterwards... well, this was our typical aftermath!
Progress! Believe it or not! More coming. You've followed the story this far, so you might as well see it to the end!