When Elodie was about five months old and starting to get mobile, I said to Derek and anyone else who would listen, that our first visit to CHEO ER would be with her. She has always been a rough and tumbly little baby. She's a bit of a dare devil, I hate to say, and she knows no fear.
Well... I was right.
Our very early walker was pushing around some metal child-sized chairs on the front deck when she stumbled and went face first into the hard seat.
She hit the bridge of her nose pretty hard. So hard that her entire nose swelled and it looked completely flat across the bridge. It instantly turned a greenish-purple colour. I was sure she had broken her nose or, if not, at least she would have a terrible scar smack in the middle of her pretty little face.
Neither Derek nor I really knew what we should do. She wouldn't let us apply any ice, let alone look at her very much. She cried hard hard - like freak out hard - for about two minutes and then was done with it. She just stopped crying and went about behaving as she normally does.
She really seemed fine but the swelling seemed to be getting worse and, honestly, she started to look like one of those Star Trek characters with the flat noses. That's when I decided it was time to go to the ER.
CHEO is way, way out in the east end. We are way, way west. It takes at least 40 minutes to get there unless you take a wrong turn like Derek did and then it ends up taking almost an hour. Elodie was fine except that she was not happy to be in the carseat. She screeched.
Upon arrival at the hospital we were told that the ER was crazy busy, that they needed to call in more doctors and to be prepared to wait. We checked in anyway and proceeded to wait... and wait... and wait. Finally, at 1:00am, four hours after we first checked in we didn't see an end in sight and decided to leave. Besides her obvious brusie, Elodie was fine, we felt. I decided that if was going to take another couple hours to see an ER doctor, we might as well just go home, get a few hours sleep and go see our GP first thing in the morning.
Another big mistake.
Like her big sister before her, Elodie does not take kindly to driving in the car in the dark. To give me a break from playing Rubberband Mom trying to reach and pacify an upset Elodie in the back seat, Derek switched with me. He went out into the very back, third row so that he could easily see and hopefully entertain Elodie while I drove.
I have never driven home from the east end of Ottawa. I have never driven home from the east end of Ottawa in the pitch black of night. I have never driven home from the east end of Ottawa in the pitch black of night with a screeching baby directly behind me.
How I didn't flip the car, run over a deer, or get stopped by police is beyond me. I was driving as fast as I could to get us out of car hell that I didn't care much about the law.
Elodie cried so hard so much she ended up throwing up all over herself three times. We had to stop about five minutes from home in a dark, vacant trail parking lot to make sure she was okay. She was frantic. I managed to nurse her to sleep and we finally made it home.
Anyway, here she is in all her black and blue glory, 24 hours later.
She is fine.