A&E, Accident and Emergency,ER ...whatever your name for it it unites us in a common shudder when it comes to our children. I have been very lucky in that in eight children over 16 years they have only experienced one broken bone (and that was a freak skiing incident). Not bad odds ey ? I was only chatting to a mummy at playgroup last week about how lucky I've been when it comes to trips to hospital with my kids. Of course pride does indeed come before a fall as I discovered this weekend when visiting my eldest kids only to find my 13 year old son Wiggy bmxing around the trampoline ! ARGH !
Wombat (real name Thomas) has been the 'academic one', Hoggy (real name Holly) has been the 'people person' and Wiggy has without a shadow of a doubt been the 'accident prone' one. He's crushed his fingers a in a wardrobe door and sprayed perfume in his own eyes and had some near misses in his time as he has a mischievous, inquisitive nature (that's tactful motherly code for 'a bit of a sod at times'). For example take the time that I smelt burning rubber only to enter the kitchen to find an Eddie Stobart die cast lorry rotating in the microwave, melting plastic wheels and sparks galore not to mention a totally defunct microwave - but miraculously no one hurt.
My favourite, if that's the right term to use, incident was the time that he got a lego mans arm wedged up one of his nostrils. He was 3 at the time and if you have had a toddler you'll know that they go through a 'curious about what can go where' stage - in fact Bean is at this stage at the moment - I won't tell you where I caught trying to 'post' a 2p piece last week! After a lot of squinting I got the tweezers out and realized that this was not a job that I could manage safely I took him to A&E. He wasn't bothered by the arm up his nose at all, I was concerned naturally and as I was explaining how it had happened to the triage nurse I could see her jotting it all down and felt the pang of fear of 'oh my goodness I'm a terrible mother, what must they think, I'll have social services round checking my lego before the end of the day'. Three hours , local anaesthetic and 2 doctors with pliers later the legos man arm was liberated and Wiggy back home playing with more lego.
I dread to think what joys Bean and Oz have in store for us but for now I have another 'baby' to worry about - our basset pup Sherman - who keeps standing on his own ears whilst running and subsequently tripping and rolling over ...