So, it’s happened. The Tinkerous Toddler has had the tumble that most toddler’s seem to have at some point. The one that means they end up in A&E with their parents frantically worrying that they’ve sustained a head injury.
We’d been having such a lovely day, hanging out with friends at our place. Then BAM! Over she went, face planting herself onto the pavement. She’d only had one step of a flight of steps to go and she’d have landed just fine. I’m not even sure what happened. I’d had my back turned, locking the front door.
One second everyone was trooping down the steps ahead of me, full of the joys of one of the few summery days we’ve had this year. The next, all I could hear was the sound of my child wailing in pain. Really howling, tears rolling like mini waterfalls down her cheeks.
Once I’d scooped her up and had her held tight in my arms, I could see the amount of damage to her tiny little face. The little tiny face that had been grinning like a Cheshire Cat only moments before. Now covered in bloodied cuts and grazes.
I did all the usual stuff you do when your child takes a tumble and looks like they might have a head injury… all the checks, calling the doctor’s surgery, calling my mum. Other than the blood, cuts and tears she seemed fine within herself. Well if crying and crying and crying and crying is what you can call fine.
But I just couldn’t get the whole Natasha Richardson scenario out of my head – Natasha fell over, had a seemingly innocuous bump to her head, then a few days later she was gone. So, I took heed of what the doctor’s receptionist had said about heading to A&E if I had any concerns and packed up a bag of supplies, in case it was a long ordeal.
As it happens, it wasn’t an ordeal at all. I’m so glad we went. I’ve written my thoughts on the downside of my experiences with the NHS at the Tinkerous Toddler’s birth and they still all hold true. But I can’t criticise the service we received today. The whole process was done and dusted in under two hours and I’m pretty sure that the Tinkerous Toddler thought she was at some kind of playgroup, as she hung out with the other children in the Paediatric A&E playroom.
So, all is sort of well. The injuries are only skin deep. The thing is, these skin deep injuries seem to be the type that keep on giving. First there was a bloodied graze over her forehead and a tiny bloodied cut on the side of her nose. Then came the swelling on her forehead, in spite of the cold compress. Then red sores on her nose and a red cut by her eyelid. And on top of that lot, we’ve been told to expect her to have a black eye by morning.
The Tinkerous Toddler started the day looking cute as a button with her halo of blonde hair and rosy cheeks, but has ended it looking like she’s gone ten rounds with a heavyweight boxer.
As for me. Everyone kept asking me if I was ok and I kept saying yes. But it wasn’t until we were well on our way home that the shock of seeing my bub in such a state and so upset really hit me. So, I’ve resorted to a medicinal dose of Green & Blacks to soothe my frazzled emotions whilst she catches up on sleep. Oh and drafting this post whilst she sleeps, to get it all out of my system.
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