It is so rare that I actually have weekends off to spend time with baby girl. So I was so excited to be getting a Saturday to have a girl's day. I never would have thought that this particular Saturday would be the day my heart would stop.
Let me rewind a little and tell you about our day. The day was all planned out. We were going to go to
Well, we get to the park for the birthday party. Of course she had to wear her favorite dress and bow; even though I told her we would be playing at the playground and going to the zoo. We opened presents and had a little cake and then the kids all darted off to the playground. Me being the
The day continues on (sorry no pics) and we spent five hours at the park/zoo. Let me give you a little insight about me. I absolutely hate cold weather but my body doesn't really care for extreme heat either. I was sweating in places you wouldn't believe. I was very ready to leave, get cleaned up and hit the pool.
We went home got freshened up and drove over to the pool. The girls had so much fun (sorry still no pictures). This seemed like a perfect ending to the day. All that was left to do was go home eat dinner and go to bed. It had been a long day for both of us. Neither one of us got a nap and we get a little cranky when we don't get our naps.
OK...this is where things get exciting....ready?!?
Right now I am driving my father-in-laws Chevy S-10 truck that is a manual. It is a two seater so baby girls ride up front with me in her car seat. This has cause problems before. Anyway, baby girl likes to climb in on the driver side and then climb into her car seat...I have no ideal why. So I open the door and before I knew it baby girl had pulled the break release on the dashboard right next to the door. Oh did I mention that we are parked on a steep hill? At this point everything became a blur. I was trying to get her out of the way and stop the truck from rolling into the street.
And that's when it happen....
MY HEART STOPPED!!!!
All of a sudden I hear baby girl let out a scream like I have NEVER heard before.
Baby girl was on the front end of the truck so I couldn't see her. As I am running to get her all I could picture in my mind was the worst. I had never been so scared in all of my life. When I got to her I saw her holding her ankle and screaming. I didn't even look at it at the time. I just picked her up and ran back to the house. When we got inside I got a good look at her foot and ankle and it was looking pretty bad. I was trying my hardest to remain calm so that she wouldn't freak out. We got all the scraps cleaned up and then I did the wiggle your toes test and moved her ankle around a little bit. Nothing seem to be broken so I thought maybe it just got scraped up pretty bad.
|A pic of her scraped up ankle|
Being that baby girl is truly my mini-me; after she stopped screaming (she never cried) the first thing she said was: "Mama, my nail polish is gone." REALLY....that's what you're worried about?!?
I was going to wait to see how her foot was the next day before I took her to the doctor. We went to Walgreens to get more bandages and went home to eat dinner. While she was playing with her food; I looked down and notice that her foot was beginning to swell...oh crap!
Thank God, her daddy got off early and I met him at the door to tell him what happened. We called baby girl's doctor to see if we needed to go to the hospital. She told us that she would recommend it.
So,we head to the hospital for baby girl's first emergency room visit. Since she is my daughter I'm sure this won't be the last. They called us back pretty quickly and asked what happened and took a few x-rays of her foot and ankle. I was so proud of baby girl because she was so cooperative even though she has been up since 7AM and it is now 10:30PM.
|they had to make a splint for her foot|
We ended up being at the hospital for three hours just for them to tell us they can't tell if anything is broken or fractured because she is so young. They said we would have to take her to a orthopedic doctor on Monday.
The next day baby girl began to try to walk on her foot and it didn't bother her too much. I was so excited because that meant that it was not broken. We took her to the orthopedic doctor and the final verdict was that it was just a sprain and she would have to keep it wrapped up for about a week.
This was really good news especially since baby girl's birthday is in two weeks. Her birthday party is at a gymnastic studio. Do you know how bad that would suck if she couldn't play at her own party?
Well, that was my weekend. How was your's? Better I hope.