The day started out fabulously for Miss C with a playground playdate for her preschool class (The Turtles). While we don't know a single name on the class list, she wasted no time enlisting others to help her "bake" sand "pies" in the "oven" as well as just generally having fun running around and playing.
Then, while eating her lunch at home, she decided to fall off her chair and hit the other chair on the way down. I scooped her up immediately and was comforting her when I realized there was blood all over the place. Oh, man. So I get a washcloth and I'm trying to clean it up (and figure out where it's coming from) and she's crying, crying, crying (and saying, "Am I going to be OKAY?" so I knew she was mentally fine) and I'm wiping, wiping, wiping.....and then I got all sweaty and shaky and knew I had to lie down on the floor. It was awesome.
Actually, it was all okay. She had a cut on the back of her head but it stopped bleeding pretty quickly. I find the whole "is this really a big deal?" quandary to be my biggest concern with parenting, however, so I was a bit stymied as to how to proceed. I decided to call the medical office and had to answer all their emergency head injury questions before finally getting the one about whether it looks like it needs stitches. Um, I don't know? That's my point. Of course, this was several hours before B was due to get home from school but I wasn't sure how long a trip to Urgent Care might take so I scheduled an appointment for after school so I didn't also have to fret about him getting off the bus to find no one at home. (I think that might be illegal. Heh.)
Since it had stopped bleeding, she was able to nap as usual and, in the meantime, I was able to track down the BG at school (thankfully, it was his off period; otherwise, that might never have worked). Upon hearing it was under her hair, he figured it would be fine to heal on its own but I went ahead and sent him a picture of the injury. (I will spare you the pic.) His response was, "Yeah, that looks pretty big!" so I figured I would not cancel the Urgent Care appointment and that would be our new afternoon activity.
We had a wonderful experience at that facility. Didn't have to wait very long. While we were waiting, B had fun spinning around on the chair while reading C a new book that we'd bought yesterday morning, prophetically titled
Daniel Tiger Visits the Doctor:
The doctor arrived and told us we'd done the right thing by
coming in and that she'd be able to glue it together after a very
thorough cleaning. Cue lots and lots of Miss C tears during said thorough cleaning but, by the time the doctor was done, she was fine. We returned to our favorite outdoor shopping center for some Potbelly sammies and shakes, some playground time, and even checked out some bling:
We all survived this momentous occasion! Frankly, I think it's pretty good that I made it 6.5 years as a parent before having to go to Urgent Care! :-)