But, alas, two of them made it into Jordan's head this afternoon, following an incident for which the details are nebulous.
Typically on Wednesdays, my day off, Jordan watches TV while I take a nice, long shower. This morning she was playing with her dolls in her room, so I let that continue, against my better judgement as she was getting frustrated trying to turn a mat into hammock. When I had finished and was putting on my various creams and lotions, she told me that she figured out how to make a hammock in the living room. Had I been clothed, perhaps I would have followed her, to see how she proposed to do this. But just a minute or two later, she was crying, saying she hit her head.
Jordan gets hurt. A lot. Sadly, she has my coordination and grace (I have none and little). I hugged her as she was crying, but did not think much of it. Brian, who was home, thank God, happened to notice the back of her hair was wet, and discovered she was bleeding. Then I got scared.
Fortunately, the bleeding mostly subsided within five minutes, but Brian thought we should take her to the ER. The RN at our ped's office agreed. So 10 minutes later, we made our first trip to Children's Hospital.
As much as I hate hospitals (who doesn't?), I have to say, the experience actually turned out okay. We waited only about 10 minutes in the ER waiting room before being seen and then probably under 15 once we went to Fast-Track. I was truly shocked that it was rather fast. My only complaint was waiting to get in the garage by the ER. We had to wait a few minutes, as I wondered what would happen if we had a serious problem.
Unfortunately for Jordan, the nurse practitioner (we never saw a doctor) did not use an numbing agent, because it does not work, she said, so that part was tough. But we were back home about two hours after we had first called the ped, so not too bad. My little girl did a great job.
I am pretty overprotective to begin with, so I am not sure I will change what I do. I am hopeful Jordan will stop climbing on couches and walking backwards (the incident involved some combination of that, we think). And I can only hope and pray that we never have to go back to Children's again. We were lucky, and I know that.
Typically on Wednesdays, my day off, Jordan watches TV while I take a nice, long shower. This morning she was playing with her dolls in her room, so I let that continue, against my better judgement as she was getting frustrated trying to turn a mat into hammock. When I had finished and was putting on my various creams and lotions, she told me that she figured out how to make a hammock in the living room. Had I been clothed, perhaps I would have followed her, to see how she proposed to do this. But just a minute or two later, she was crying, saying she hit her head.
Jordan gets hurt. A lot. Sadly, she has my coordination and grace (I have none and little). I hugged her as she was crying, but did not think much of it. Brian, who was home, thank God, happened to notice the back of her hair was wet, and discovered she was bleeding. Then I got scared.
Fortunately, the bleeding mostly subsided within five minutes, but Brian thought we should take her to the ER. The RN at our ped's office agreed. So 10 minutes later, we made our first trip to Children's Hospital.
As much as I hate hospitals (who doesn't?), I have to say, the experience actually turned out okay. We waited only about 10 minutes in the ER waiting room before being seen and then probably under 15 once we went to Fast-Track. I was truly shocked that it was rather fast. My only complaint was waiting to get in the garage by the ER. We had to wait a few minutes, as I wondered what would happen if we had a serious problem.
Unfortunately for Jordan, the nurse practitioner (we never saw a doctor) did not use an numbing agent, because it does not work, she said, so that part was tough. But we were back home about two hours after we had first called the ped, so not too bad. My little girl did a great job.
I am pretty overprotective to begin with, so I am not sure I will change what I do. I am hopeful Jordan will stop climbing on couches and walking backwards (the incident involved some combination of that, we think). And I can only hope and pray that we never have to go back to Children's again. We were lucky, and I know that.
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