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Summer nights look different with EB. I spent today prepping for my nephew’s 7th birthday party. My sister and I set up decorations and food, spent hours making 7 year old magic come to life. In between hanging balloons and decorating a cake, I did a dressing change for Mackenzie with my husband. We held her down while she screamed, performed care on bleeding new wounds. It was an especially bad change, and Tyler and I had to force ourselves to move on with our day when it ended. And I went back to party prep. During the party Mackenzie kept asking to go in the water. She couldn’t be distracted with other toys or people, she just wanted to play like her sisters. And since her cast is off, we let her. I have zero regrets about this, she had the absolute best time playing. She spent hours filling up and dumping cups of water. She smiled and laughed, and got to experience the magic of summer. No regrets for summer joy. But, as always, life with EB complicates things. And water play means instant dressing change after. So after hours of party prep and party hosting, while others were leaving to go home and kids were ready for bed, we got ready for Mackenzie’s second dressing change of the day. And I hate it for her. I hate that when she enjoys herself fully and lives spontaneously like anyone else, I then have to put her through another hour of pain. I have to expose her wounds to air, meticulously clean her bleeding open wounds, for the second time in a day. This is life with EB. And as much as I hate it for her, I love that she got to experience the joy of summer. Both feelings are true. #epidermolysisbullosa #woundcare #Summer #griefjourney #fyp