It all started innocently enough on Friday morning. I was going to be catching up with a friend and her little boy for a play but the weather was looking a bit dodgy, so instead of heading off to the playground we decided to go the local fast food with the golden arches where they have a small under cover playground (and the coffee is better than the other option of massive hardware store with indoor playground). The boys played, the mums chatted and all was good. It was time to go, they left and we went off to the toilets before leaving too. I was holding open the door on the way out and Master Bee tripped over my foot, fell on the ground and started saying "ow, ow, ow". Being the caring mum that I am I said something like "you'll be ok", picked him up and carried still crying boy out of said restaurant (if you can seriously call it a restaurant??). Walked about 20 metres to the car with boy still crying and saying "ow" and then looked down to see both of us covered in blood (OK, maybe a little dramatic, not covered, but lots). What the???? And discovered rather large cut on his hand.
Got to car, pulled out trusty first aid kit, wound dressing applied, put little boy in car and drove to emergency department at local hospital. Of course small boy pulled off bandage and wiped blood all over his face and anywhere that wasn't already covered. At least when you show up to emergency with a small person yelling and covered in blood you get seen to fairly quickly! So anyway, he had quite a deep cut on his hand and although I was a bit worried, I wasn't too worried, I thought that they would just clean it up, put on a bandaid and send us on our way. But then the emergency doctor starts talking about possible damage to nerves and tendons and sending us for plastic surgery at the children's hospital in Perth (PMH). Hang on, he only fell over in the toilet???? How could this happen???? (I went back later in the day and found a rivet sticking out of the wall, holding a piece of metal to protect the corners of the wall, I think that is what did it). PMH didn't have any theatre time available on Friday so our local patched him up with a bandage and sent us home with instructions to go to PMH on Saturday morning, with little man fasted from 3am. Now if you know our boy, you know that him and food have a very close relationship, and to be awake and go for more than an hour or so without food is something that just doesn't usually happen.
So we got up early on Saturday and drove to Perth, with a very hungry little boy who had missed his breakfast. We were seen fairly quickly but due to an overnight emergency surgery there was no theatre time available until late in the afternoon. Thankfully we were then allowed to feed small boy some toast before starting the fasting again. So from about 9am until 3pm we had to entertain him, without the usual distraction of food or television. Luckily PMH is quite well set up for this and so we spent a bit of time in the "MegaZone" playing air hockey, wacking crocodiles, cubby house climbing, ski machine racing and generally exploring what was on offer. Thankfully time passed relatively quickly without any major tantrums by Master Bee.
Playing the wacking crocodiles game
End result, surgery went well, there was no nerve or tendon damage and so they just stitched and bandaged up his hand and let us go home. For anyone who has ever had to stay overnight at this hospital it is a great thing that an overnight stay was not required. The "recliners" that they provide for parents to "sleep" in are even less comfortable than an airline seat when it comes to sleeping!
Relaxing after surgery
So that was our Saturday, what did you get up to?
3 comments:
Oh gosh, poor Monkey Boy. And poor Mum too! I'm glad to hear the surgery went well and send lots of quick healing wishes for his wee hand.
Yikes! I'm glad that he's OK. He'll have an exciting story to tell in playgroup ;-)
Ah so that's what happened! Poor little Master Bee :-( did you tell the "restaurant"?
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