There are so many things that can go on during the course of a day when you have children. Multiply that by five and you’re in my house. Oh, and just add one for good measure since my husband’s cousin’s little girl is visiting us for the summer as well. As a mother, I’m quite possibly the one to be voted least likely to freak out over kiddy boo-boos. As a result, my children are pretty soldier-ish when it comes to cuts and bruises. When they see blood, they don’t come screaming to mom – they grab a wipe, clean it, slap on a bandaid over some ointment, and go back to what they were doing to get the wound in the first place. Smart kids, huh? They never learn…
Yesterday, the kids were in the yard playing and I heard Zoe (the almost-two-year-old) screaming at the top of her lungs. I hopped up and ran to the door as the kids came rushing toward me with my sweet, precious little Zoebug and Oh.My.GOSH her eye looked HORRIBLE! Immediately, my mind started flashing images of Quasimodo and the Elephant Man… After the initial shock wore off, I began praying that she was okay and trying to rush to get myself together so I could take her to have it looked at by her doctor. I called and got no answer. Lucky me – they closed 15 minutes prior to my call. Drats – Emergency Room, it is.
I started getting dressed so I could take her to the hospital and at the same time asking the kids what happened to my baby! From what I gathered, they were playing and Ava tripped over Zoe and knocked her on the ground. At that point, it begins to get fuzzy as to whether she hit her head on the concrete driveway or on the ground itself… judging my the damage, I’d say concrete was definitely the culprit here. I mean, concrete and Avalyn.
We got to the hospital and since this was all completely new to Zoe, she FREAKED out every time one of the nurses or doctors touched her. I mean freaked out. As in screaming and recoiling in fear even when they tried to put the pulse monitor on her finger to get her vital stats. The identification band was even worse. I ended up having to hold her with her head on my shoulder while the nurse snuck the band on her ankle. Zoe then proceeded to spend about 10 minutes attempting to remove it.
After a little while, she calmed down enough to rummage through my purse while we waited on the doctor to come in. He looked at her eyes, felt around on the huge knot that had developed on her noggin, and while he expressed that he felt sure she was fine, he decided to err on the side of safety and ordered three xrays to be taken of her head to confirm that she hadn’t done any major damage.
While we waited on the xray tech to come get us,
I took some pics while Zoe tried to get into my camera bag.
My baby was starting to get bored and cranky. The ordeal had thrown off her whole afternoon and she hadn’t had a snack or a nap. Luckily, the hospital was fully stocked with yummy popsicles which kept her occupied until we were summoned to the Radiology lab.
As if Zoe had been thrilled about anything she encountered in the hospital (which she wasn’t) she was especially displeased with being held down while they took pictures of her innards. Zoe doesn’t really ever appreciate being restricted. I suppose that’s why she rarely wears clothes :)
The xrays came back fine; no major damage was done. She has a nice shiner on her left eye though which has earned her the temporary nickname, Black-Eyed Pea. After a two hour jaunt at the hospital she was finally discharged and hasn’t given her boo-boo eye a second thought since. Babies are so resilient that way. Even so, I still get a pang of guilt every time she looks at me with her bruised, swollen little eye… after all, I’m Mommy… isn’t everything my fault?
The photos in this blog post were taken with my Kodak EasyShare Z950.