My daughter had to go to the doctor today because they wanted to check her out since her fall of a ladder on Monday. The fall was about five feet, onto concrete. My husband has been so concerned that he took off work to take her to her appointment. I was relieved, because my pediatrician’s office makes any patients not there for a regular checkup sit on the sick side, and I would have had two healthy girls exposed to germs.
I have the most awesome pediatrician. We called him after the accident to get his feedback on what should be done. The ER doctor was saying that she seemed fine, and the X-rays looked good. We couldn’t get her to hold still for the C-T scan, and my husband really wanted that done. The doctor said that the only way we could get it done for certain (because she kept freaking out every time we tried!) was to sedate. As some of you most likely know, there are risks associated with that. There was a slight chance she might stop breathing, or even vomit in her mouth while asleep. I don’t know about you, but even slight odds bother me, so I wanted to take his professional
opinion and get her home.
So, our pediatrician ended up being the deciding vote. He said that we should get the scan done, so we stayed. While we waited eight long hours, he called back several times to check on our daughter. When my husband took her in he made sure that J understood how lucky we had been to have our girl with only a few scrapes and bruises. He said at the least he expected a chipped tooth or swollen tongue (if she’d bitten it), not to mention the alternative.
It is really hard hearing the stark reality: our baby could have died. That’s the truth, no sugar-coating. We are in such a fragile state right now. J wants to give her whatever she wants, and I am scared to leave her. We are supposed to be going out of town tomorrow night, but I don’t know if I can do it. I feel like if I take my eyes off her, she might disappear.
I think that one day the fear might fade. Can we ever go back to normal, pretending this didn’t happen? Acting as if we weren’t given a second chance to enjoy our daughter? I just don’t know.