"Mama, really, I AM FINE. I JUST WANT TO GO HOME" Whoozyerkid (pictured above trying to look pitiful) exclaimed as I attempted to spoon her on the gurney in the ER hallway.
And really, she was fine, with just a little forehead bump threatening to get downright goose-eggy. It's just that earlier that night she thudded out of bed resulting in a red bump and an "only Mommy can soothe me" cry and that whole Natasha Richardson thing just put me on high alert. She was beautiful, in the prime of her life and said she was "fine", even laughing her fall off. She refused medical attention for at least an hour and then... well, we all know the story.
So--two weeks ago it would have been an ice pack and a kiss and back to bed with her. But Friday night it was a paranoid trip to the E.R. "We're definitely seeing an increase" in hand-wringing moms bringing their head-injured kids to the Walnut Creek Kaiser ER the admitting nurse told me.
Would this episode qualify me as a Munchausen by Proxy case?
No. Thank God I came to my senses. Two hours after the incident at 1:15 AM my child was fine and I was quickly working through my basement stash of bribery toys sans birthday presents. With the threat of a restocking expedition looming it was time to bail. Compliment Whoozyerkid on her new Barbie purse next time you see her.
1 comment:
I'm glad that your back and that Whoozyerkid is alright!
Nice picture.
I thought the same thing when the 7 year old crashed his head into someone's knee when playing around on the slide. It was a big enough bump that afterschool care had to apply a cold compress and handed as a note of the incident.
But kids are tough and I'm getting old.
So sad about Natasha. : (
We're off to the Magic Kingdom for the next 7 days in the morning.
I hope I survive and Haven't lost Faith in the magic of it all.
Take care.
BTW ... how's the soap making venture. Got alot of orders from Schwabbies?
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