Long time no blog! With Twitter, Facebook, and the rest of life, it’s really not been a priority. I keep wanting to blog a bit about Paige, simply to help remember her babyhood. It’s shocking how much I’ve forgotten (blocked out?) of Lane’s, and I’m glad to have the old blog postings to remind me.
But with our family’s first visit to the Children’s Hospital emergency room – of course for Paige – I figured it was time for a posting. Here’s the story.
Last night, Lane was in a grumpy mood, having had no nap. It was after dinner, and Lane had just been in time out (his behavior meant no treat, which was planned to be popcorn, and he hit me in protest, which is an instant time out). All four of us were on the couch, Tad on one end, me on the other. Lane was whining and complaining, and Paige was the total opposite: punchy and giddy, bouncing between Tad & me on the couch, basically ignoring Lane.
All of a sudden she flopped herself face-down onto Tad’s lap. It was half fall, half fun landing on Daddy’s lap. Except … she missed. She slammed, face-first onto the Pronto remote control, which was on the arm of the couch. The thud was a dead giveaway that this was going to be nasty.
Paige’s nose looked broken, with lots of blood and bruising. There was a small cut on the side of her nose, her eyelid was swollen, and a small bump on her forehead. No loss of consciousness, but it was alarming enough that we thought it was worth getting checked out.
Amid much blood and screaming (from me – kidding! Kinda…), Tad sopped up the blood, and we found an ice pack that worked (note to self: buy a smaller soft ice pack). Paige & I got into the car. Tad, preparing for the worst, called his parents to have them come watch Lane. (Side bonus: Lane’s mood would change with Mackie & Grandpa here to distract him.)
I was not thinking clearly and, completely forgetting about the existence of Children’s Hospital, drove Paige (the opposite direction) to my own urgent care center. After making sure she wasn’t in truly dire straights, they told me to take her to Children’s. I thought: “Children’s! Duh!” (Tad said later, “Didn’t we donate money to them last Christmas?” Double duh.)
The whole time we were driving, Paige was … giggling. She had stopped crying shortly after Tad stopped the bleeding, and by the time she got in the car she was excited for our road trip. So, clearly, if something was broken it must not be hurting that badly.
At the Children’s Hospital emergency room, seems like for kids this age falling is what they do. At least two other kids under school age were there for falls – one of them with blood all over his pajamas who was clearly going to need stitches on his chin. He & Paige had fun roaming around the ER waiting room together.
The wait wasn’t long to get vitals taken and get brought into an exam room. Tad arrived about then. Then… we waited. And waited. We took walks to prevent Paige from tearing apart the exam room, and charmed all the nurses on staff, scoring a few sheets of stickers. Eventually the cheery PA arrived (clearly she chose the right profession) to take a look. She told us that the treatment for a broken nose is the same regardless of whether it’s broken or not, and since xrays at this age (especially of the head) are a bad idea, they don’t really bother to get a confirmed diagnosis. She checked to make sure the blood wasn’t pooling or that there weren’t any other complications. We’re supposed to bring her to see the ENT – mostly to address any cosmetic issues – in 3-5 days, after the swelling is down.
Paige was a trooper amid all this and was shockingly wide awake despite the late hour. She slept fine and, other than looking like she was in a fight (you should see the other guy…), is back to normal this morning.
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Pics aren’t great; I’m sure we’ll have “real” (not taken with a phone) photos eventually.