Wednesday 14 November 2012

Panic, Relief, Panic, Relief

This past weekend, our family visited the emergency room twice within 24 hours.

Now that I am a few days removed from the crisis, and I can breath normally again, let me tell you how this happened and upset the relaxing, low key weekend that I had planned.

Rewind to Friday night. I was putting the groceries away when the phone rang. It was Steve.  He was calling me from the emergency room, and telling me that he had been in an accident while driving home from work on his scooter.

I was launched into the greatest panic of my life.  The one thought that went through my mind was that he had been on his little scooter, and that no matter what he went up against on the road, everything was bigger than him.

In hysterics, I called my Mom and Dad to come and be with the girls while I high-tailed it to the hospital with my heart in my throat the entire way. My heart stayed lodged in this uncomfortable place until I saw Steve and we spoke to the doctor. Relief.  His leg was a little scraped up, and while his shoulder and arm were sore and difficult to move, nothing was broken.  All in all, no serious injuries - it could have been so much worse. We came home from the hospital with him in a sling.

On Saturday we had some errands to run. Simple enough, right? Well, everything was going along nicely until Claire fell. And cracked her head open on a bench in the mall.

There was blood everywhere, she was screaming, Steve had one arm in his sling and one arm on her forehead trying to stop the bleeding, Bridget was in mouth-wide-open shock, and I was in yet another panic trying to get someone's attention in the store so that we could get some bandages/gauze to absorb the blood. It was quite the scene, let me tell you.

Again I had to drive to the hospital with my heart in my throat, this time so that my little girl could get her forehead stitched up.

(This photo was taken on Sunday after the trauma had passed.  Claire was not at all fazed by the injury on her forehead, while the sight of it just breaks my heart.  This girl sure bounced back faster than her Mom.)

So, within 24 hours we visited the emergency room twice - Steve was in a sling, Claire had three stitches in her forehead, and I had a few more grey hairs and was completely frazzled.

We stayed home on Sunday - there was no way we were venturing out, for fear of risking life and limb.  By evening, I could finally breath normally again, and could feel the tension leaving my back and shoulders.

The girls spent the entire day playing doctor.  I guess they needed to process what had happened somehow.  

I am so glad that my guy and my little sweetie were so well taken care of and that they will heal from their injuries.

But I still can not believe that such madness happened in such a short period of time.

And I have learned something, I am no good in a crisis....I panic!


  1. Oh, so sorry! My kids are older now, but I so remember those days of bumped heads and emergency room visits!

    1. Thank you Ginger! It was a crazy weekend for sure. Everyone is better now, and I hope we are not in the emergency room again any time soon.
      Thanks for reading.

  2. So glad everyone is all right. I think I just sprouted a few gray hairs reading your story. So sorry your family had to go through all that. Thanks for stopping by Posed Perfection yesterday and leaving me a sweet comment about the Sunflower card. I am your newest GFC follower, so that I can keep up on your crafting adventures...hopefully no more adventures like last weekend ;-) I hope you'll stop by again for a visit and maybe even a follow back. Have a wonderful Sunday!

    1. Thank you Nici. I have enjoyed looking around your blog. Your recipes look absolutely delicious and may be just what I need to help me out of my cooking rut. And I really like your decorated clothespins. I have followed you back.
      Thanks for reading!

  3. Oh my goodness! What a weekend! I am so sorry to hear about all the hospital trips but am glad to hear that everyone is on the mend. I hear chocolate chip cookies do wonders for both sick kids and husbands :o)

    1. Jill...I tried the cookies and they worked wonders. Thanks!