It’s fair to say that this weekend didn’t go even slightly to plan. It was Meg’s birthday on Sunday and we were away in Burnaston, Derbyshire for the weekend with some family to celebrate my Mother in Law’s 50th (if you are interested, have a look at Stables Lodge…lovely accommodation!)
Unfortunately, late on Saturday afternoon, Meg tripped and fell against the corner of a coffee table, cutting her forehead. Thus we took a hurried trip to A&E which was thankfully only a short distance away.
On realising that the cut would need more than just a plaster my heart sank into my shoes; following our experience last time I couldn’t imagine how a) we would explain it to Meg in a way that wouldn’t make her freak out and b) how I would manage to hold myself together and not worry that it was all going to go wrong.
Luckily, the A&E we attended had a children’s department and the entire experience was completely different. From start to finish the staff were so patient with Meg, and she did really really well, all things considered, only getting upset when it was time for the nurses to place the steristrips over the cut (understandably!)
In fact, when we went in to see the triage nurse, I went ahead and just explained that she might not be compliant because of the last time we were in a hospital and she completely showed me up, not only allowing the nurse to look and touch her cut but without making a single objection. I suspect this may have had something to do with the new Disney Princess doll she was promised if she complied but I like to think she might be getting just a tad braver.
It was hard not to walk away feeling guilty that this was the way her leg should have gone. If we’d taken her straight to the A&E instead of the local Walk-In Centre then perhaps Meg wouldn’t even have been traumatised in the first place but…alas, I know it is pointless to think like that.
Suffice to say, it was not the birthday experience we hoped for her; by the time we got back to the accommodation there was just enough time for her to have a cheeky mocktail before crashing into bed.
Worst of all to the mind of a five year old, she can’t have her birthday treat of going to the local splash park until the cut has fully healed so it’s a disappointing time all round at the moment. Her concept of time has yet to improve so apparently it will be forever before she can go and her cut will never ever heal. Naturally.
Of course, I am just glad that it was a straightforward injury, with no complications and that in a week or two apart from a small scar, everything will be back to normal, or as normal as it ever is in our house!
Have you ever had a birthday gone wrong?