My poor DD was so upset tonight. We had gone away for the weekend with my mum and sister and few friends and their daughter's. When we got back to the city my dad met us (my mum, DD, and I) at a restaurant (please note this is actually a chain restuarant not a little diner) for dinner and so he could take my mum home. On the way into the restaurant a family was coming out with 5 boys and a man carrying a little girl. I didn't see it happen but apparentally he slipped on the ice (that was not salted) and fell on his little girl (who the mother said was 2). They left and we went in and ate dinner. My mum, my DD and I came out at my dad was paying so I could get my mum's bags out of the car. So I pulled my car up behind my parents SUV to make it easier instead of lugging the bags across the parking lot. The next thing I know I hear my DD scream "Poppa" (that is what she calls my dad). My mum yells my dad's name and I look and there is my dad sprawled on his back on the sidewalk just outside the doors to the restaurant. My mum and I go running over. Ok, yes, I did leave the car running with DD in it. My dad is gasping for air. My mum is asking my dad if he is ok. Obviously not. I run inside and yell for help and to call an ambulance. I come back outside and then remember DD in the car (ok, so I forgot about my DD, I know I'm a bad mum). I went and shut off the car and brought her out. At which point she is sobbing. She thinks my dad is dead. The manager of the restaurant comes out and says something about moving him. I tell her no he's not being moved. So you would think they would go and get a blanket but no, so I go back to my car and grab DD's 2 blankets that were on the backseat. Take them over to cover him in. DD is now beside herself crying. I try to calm her down and call a friend to see if she can come get her and take her home. The ambulance arrives before the friend gets to pick up DD. This gets DD more upset. To make a long story short the ambulance didn't take my dad to the hospital because he kept telling them he was ok. His BP was 225/178 but he kept saying he is ok. In the end I got my DD back into the car, and take the blankets with me because my dad got into his SUV to head home. DD refused to even have the blankets near her on the back seat. I don't know what she thinks is on the blankets but I hope she changes her mind after I wash them tomorrow. Oh, and my dad is apparentlly ok. DD is still upset. The restuarant, is going to be hearing from our lawyer, they never did salt the sidewalk, and my dad fell in the same spot at the man with the little girl did. The friend who arrived to take DD home, works for a lawyer and isn't too impressed.
Mummy to DD #1 born Aug 21, 2001 (9years) DD#2 born still Aug 24, 2007