Yesterday afternoon, I got the fright of my life. I was in the laundry,when I heard the bloody curdling cry. As I came running through the kitchen, I heard Brett shout "LUCY!" and her then run fast to her room saying "I know, I am sorry, I will go to my room".
Camille was screaming.
I grabbed her out of Brett's arms and asked what had happened.
Lucy had dropped her on the hallway tiles.
Full on, flip in the air and land on her head, dropped her.
I ran out the front door. My first instinct was to distract her. Let's go find a bird, a bug, a puppy dog.
Anything... to stop the screaming.
But she didn't stop. None of the usual "make a baby stop crying" techniques would work.
I tried to give her a feed. She wouldn't latch.
After 10 mins of screaming, and shoving some panadol down her throat (which made her scream more), I decided to call an ambulance.
The egg was HUGE and black, and as I was looking in her eyes to check her pupils, I noticed bruising starting to appear in her eye socket.
The paramedics were wonderful. They checked her over and all her vitals were great. She hadn't blacked out, she hadn't vomited, she was coherent. I asked the paramedic what he would do if it was his baby girl, and he said "I would take her to hospital". That was all I needed to hear.
In my gut, I knew she was fine... but I always think about the "what if?"
I packed Camille's little bag with a few toys, grabbed her blanket and my jacket and we climbed into the back of the ambulance.
As we bumped down the highway, she fell asleep on my chest. As we pulled into the hospital ER, she woke. We stepped out of the ambulance and "checked in" to the ER. We were shown to a cot immediately and a doctor saw us within minutes.
They were so lovely, and Camille had already forgotten about her fall and was flirting with all the hospital staff.
They kept us 4 hours - if there was any serious problems, it would show up in this time. Her blood pressure and pulse stayed perfect and she didn't show any signs of neck or back injuries.
Finally, we were allowed to go home. My gorgeous girlfriend came to pick us up and we drove though Macca's on the way home. I was starving!
Camille has woken perfectly happy this morning and the egg has gone down a lot. We have had a big meeting with the Five Little Reasons telling them that this is WHY we are ALWAYS telling them to NOT PICK UP CAMILLE.
We will continue to talk about it over the next couple of days. She may have already forgotten about it, but I don't want the Five Little Reasons to forget.
It could have been so much more serious.
I knew my first ride in an ambulance was coming... you know... with 3 boys and all.
I didn't ever think it was going to be for my baby girl.