Sometimes I have to stop and thank God or my guardian angel, whoever it is that mysteriously guides our actions at times. I woke up on the last day of our trip kind of early, not knowing if we were going to try to hit up one more park since we had an 8pm flight. I got dressed in the clothes I had laid out the night before, ran a brush through my hair, put make-up on and when Luke woke up, I started to get him ready too... As I walked back into the area where the beds were to grab his clothes, I picked up Morgan's nite-nite blanket off the floor, and as I was going to set it up on the bed, she walked and reached for it all at the same time, tripped and WHAM!
She nailed her head on the corner of the wooden platform of the bed. Luckily, I was standing right there, and scooped her up and oh, sweet Jesus, I had a flashback to this! HUGE, HUGE, HUGE and growing by the minute, and the only thing we had to stick on her head was a can of cherry Coke in the mini-fridge that I randomly asked for when I had placed the second room service order when Luke decided he wanted something to eat arfterall. See... I ordered it and never drank it. Didn't want it once it arrived. And now it was the only thing keeping our babies head from swelling anymore that it already was.
In a panic I called down to the front desk asking if there was a doctor on staff. There wasn't. So she offered to call me a cab to take me to the nearest walk-on medical care center. I jumped in, headed there and as soon as I walked up to the front desk, the receptionist told me to call another cab to take me to the ER- that the doctors were going to send me there when they saw her. UGH. Now, at this point I am out of cash because the clinic was much farther away than I had anticipated- so I had Jas call me a cab that took credit cards, because I had NO idea how far away the hospital was. I was freaking out. This sweet cab driver told me he was going to take some back roads to get me there as quickly as possible- and he did. The ER staff was really nice, but poor Morgan was starting to fall asleep- which was a HUGE no-no after a head bump, so I had to keep her awake until her CAT scan. Not a fun or easy task- not to mention neither of us had had breakfast (or coffee in my case). Finally they did her scan and came back quickly with her results: Everything on the inside looked fine. Thank God in heaven. The outside, not so much. It was time to head home. And then something else scary happened...Bless her little heart...
Looking better...Or so we think...
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
Needless to say, we aren't taking her in public anytime soon...
4 comments:
Oh poooooooor baby! And poor you guys-what a frightening scary thing to have endure away from home. I am so glad that she's okay; my littlest had something similar and somehow did not get a scar from it.
No family event can be without a little drama it seems....glad you still had a wonderful vacation. I think I'm going to find a picture of my Lulu's gash on her head for you. You'll have to check to my blog for it later.
Oh Anne!! Poor Morgan...but she'll forget, I thinkin' more about POOR YOU!!! And in an unfamiliar place too, gosh I am so sorry! Gotta love the head injuries that lead to double black eyes....might as well pin a note on her shirt that says 'please stare at me so my mommy feels even worse about it'! Jacob did that once, hehit the bridge of his nose on the edge of a popcorn tin of all things. Sure enough, nose swelled up and he ended up with 2 black eyes. On the bright side, at least you got some cute pictures of her before it happened! How is it now?
OMG! I cannot believe that! Poor little thang! Even with all that she is still precious!
OMG ANNE!! Poor baby!! Sounds like a very eventful trip!
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