And for the trifecta

As if my week wasn’t bad enough, this is Sabrina with a hole in her head.

The worst part was it happened in my room while she was in my care. Hello guilty feelings welcome to my stomach. I hadn’t been feeling the best, hey maybe it’s stress ya think,  so I rang Glenn and asked him if he could bring dinner home. As my head was spinning I took my self off to bed thinking I would be more likely to recover faster if I gave my body a break. I was going to leave Sabi with the others as they were all being so cute snuggled up watching a movie together but I thought, no that’s way too dangerous now that she has figured out how to open all the cupboards, climb up on the computer desk and abseil down the book shelf. No, I thought I’ll set her up with some toys on the floor in my room WERE SHE’LL BE SAFE.

I thought I was so clever right up until she walked into the wall. That was it, no running involved she simply walked forward, tripped and didn’t stick her hands out.  It’s not even like she had the courtesy to make it a decent object lesson, I can’t very well say to the other kids “Look at your sister, That’s what WALKING in the house’ll get ya!”

I knew it was bad before I got to her due to the almighty thwack noise her head made when it met the corner of our not yet finished built in wardrobe wall. That and the blood curdling scream that followed which according to the hospital is good. It’s the first thing they ask “Did she cry?” and you answer “Yes” then they say “that’s good” Yeah great I always love a bawling baby.

I’m getting pretty good at dealing with gaping open wounds as Lilly falls over so often we’ve all re named her Lilly Splat on the Floor. So when the blood was still oozing out like a bubbling lava flow after soaking through half a box of tissues I knew we needed to seek medical attention. I called in the troops and in less than ten minutes Mum and Dad had arrived to look after the other kids (And Yes I know how lucky I am to have them so close) Glenn followed soon after so he was able to hunt for a medical professional with me.

WE thought we’d be able to go to the after hours clinic at the hospital but when we got there the sign on the door said it didn’t open till 8:00pm, it was now 6:30pm. Remembering that there is a few late closing doctors around and really not wanting to go to emergency we hopped back in the car. We got to the first doctors at 6:45 it closed at 6:30 ( the lights were on and they were packing up but the door was locked) We got to the next one at 7:03 and just to make the night so much more fun it closed at 7:00 so Emergency it was.

Emergency is a happening place, it is so the coolest place to hang out, must be all the seats were full. They do have a penned off baby area but after a quick glance at the feverish hacking and coughing children that inhabited it there was no way I was letting her walk around in there. Some people have those rare and highly valued Sit On Your Lap babies I don’t so I spent the next hour pacing the hall outside the toilets. FUN. Every time she got to the end and touched the wall she cracked up laughing and we weren’t allowed to walk back till we went into the change room and said “AHH HA” and did a little dance.

We were still yet to be seen at 8:00pm so we told the nice desk nurse that we’d be off now and she seamed quite happy to cross someone off the list. We got to the clinic just before the doors opened and waited in the dark till someone let us in. We were the first to be seen and the doctor and nurse were lovely. They looked a little unsure of how to keep a baby still while gluing it back together and wondered if the wiggles would help. I showed them how I could wrap her up tight in a sheet, pin her down by laying my body over her and hold her head still with my hands. I must admit I felt a wave of pride when the doctor said with surprise “Wow the Mum’s an expert” only now that I think about it being the best at holding small children still so they can be glued back together really isn’t the best thing to be proud of.