You see. Today I had a lot of plans. A lot of appointments. My two older girls woke up complaining they weren't feeling well and I brushed them off, telling them they had to go to school anyway - seriously though. I knew they were just trying for an Oscar. Not really sick at all or I would have kept them home. I swear it. I'm a good mum like that. Well most of the time - because I had stuff that I needed to do today.
So we pack ourselves into the car early as is our usual Tuesday routine to get to the kindy, drop off Gumboot Girl and pick up the other kids we car pool with.
We make it to school. Early for a change - usually we're just on time if not a few minutes late. I have no excuse except other car pooling mother and I get lost in conversation most mornings - and I am quite proud of myself.
I say goodbye to kids, have a coffee with a friend and head to Robina to start the first of my To Dos. Today is going seamlessly. Right on track. What a dream run ...
And then, the phone rings. To say Gumboot Girl has been hit in the face with a lego block and they're not sure but think it may require stitches or glue.
So I cancel first appointment, call doctor to advise of my pending visit and turn myself around to head back to the kindy where I find a little girl painting happily with seemingly not a care in the world. I ask if we should take her to see a doctor and am told that she would like to go to a doctor but she might just finish her painting first. Thank you very much. See? Really concerned about her possible facial disfigurement.
Self portrait for Daddy.
See? It's not that bad.
We walk around the corner to the doctor and the nurse says it's nothing but she'll get the doctor to look at it. Meanwhile I am quietly cursing the kindy for being so bloody careful and calling me away from my stellar run of To Dos day!
The doctor walks in and actually cleans the area and the real truth is revealed. It is a long cut and it looks worse when cleaned than what it did before. And the doctor confirms that some glue and steri strips will most definitely be required.
Waiting for doctor to get organised.
She was already scared. :(
My baby girl cries and grasps at my hands but lies as still as can be. The quieter the doctor is the more my little girl cries. Until finally it's over and she's allowed to get up!
Not happy Jan! Or Arty or
whatever your name is, you
Five to ten minutes later we are out of the surgery and headed to buy a blue drink. Because, you know, they fix everything, right? You did know that, didn't you? Well they do except it hurts her to drink it so we come home, she has some panadol and is now sleeping peacefully on the couch.
The smile that lasted about
a minute and then the crying resumed.
I quietly thank the kindy for being so damn careful and caring about my child enough to be worried about scarring on her face. From the bottom of my heart.
My poor little monkey!
Lego - 1.
Gumboot Girl - 0.
PS. And my last appointment was cancelled because of the multitude of pain killers I am taking for my headache and my practitioner sees no point in me attending until I am free of the drugs! Guess I was meant to stay home today!