Scarface

A sad and sorry Boo.

Poor little Boo.  He's had a mishap. 

Me, Milly and Buster were parked outside a friends house, ready for a playdate with Mother's Group.  It was pouring with rain, so I unstrapped the kids from their car seats whilst I was still in the car.  I've gotten out and started heading round to the kerbside of the car to get Milly and Buster out and I hear Buster screaming.  Milly had opened her car door and jumped out and Buster had followed.  Only he fell and landed head first into the gutter that was raging with water.  When he got up screaming his face was covered with blood and he was soaking wet.

After getting over my normal panic and paralysis reaction, I picked him up and rushed inside.  After we cleaned up Buster's face we saw that he had a deep little cut to his forehead.  Head wounds like to bleed, so face washers were at the ready to try and stop the blood.  He also had a graze on his head, nose and above his lip.  He'd stopped crying by this stage and had a very sad and sorry look on his face.  I think he was in a shock.  I know I was, and am very thankful one of the mums in my Mother's Group is a nurse with a level head and took charge of the situation.  She offered to go to the chemist and get some steri strips, which are thin adhesive strips which can be used to close small wounds.  I thought it was a deep enough cut that he might need a stitch or two.  In hindsight, I should have trusted the professional.

I decided to rush off to the hospital to get him checked out.  You know what traffic is like when you're in a hurry..........it is slow moving.  It was even slower moving given how much rain was coming down.  I was driving just as cautiously as everyone else on the road, with my precious cargo strapped in his car seat and looking a little confused and still very sad and sorry for himself.  Michael was working from home, so I dropped Milly off and Michael gave me a blanket and a change of clothes for Buster.

I drove around the hospital for 30 minutes.  There was not one car spot available.  I went into the two separate parking stations and lapped them twice.  I was getting so frustrated and by this stage a little teary as well.  I even exchanged words with the parking toll booth guy, asking him what I can do, where can I park, look at my poor child etc etc.  The parking toll booth guy just shrugged.  Aaarrgghhh!!!!!!

I then decided to ditch the hospital and head straight to my medical practice.  Again more parking problems, but at least I found a spot, even it was a little walk.  I hadn't had time to change Buster into some dry clothes and I was also soaking wet from holding him and walking in the rain.  With Buster wrapped in a blanket and cradled in my arms I presented him to the medical practice receptionist who said yes she could get Buster seen by a doctor but it would be a wait (because I didn't have an appointment).  I looked around the waiting room and it was half full with senior citizens.  So we waited an hour and watched as each senior citizen was called by a doctor and five minutes later were out again with their prescriptions filled.  I can't deny I was feeling a little pissed of that the older generation and their refill prescriptions were getting priority over a child with a cut head and banged up face.  After waiting one hour we saw a doctor who had a good look at the wound, cleaned it up and sent us to the practice nurse who put steri-strips on the cut.



Day 2 and a nice little scab is forming.

When we finally got home I collapsed on the lounge and finally exhaled.  By this time Buster was also back to his normal happy self and was busy looking for his next object to jump from.

As for Milly, well she originally denied that she had opened the car door.  She has been spoken to previously numerous times that she is not to get out of the car herself and wait for me or Michael to get her out.  However, one of the mums from Mother's Group had witnessed Milly open the car and get out first.  On cross examination Milly now admits she opened the car door and doesn't like anyone talking about the incident to her or hearing us tell anyone else.  She didn't get in trouble, it was an accident, but hopefully now she will adhere to why we like to get the kids out of the car and the dangers of doing it themselves.