While practicing her bike riding the other night my baby, not yet 6 years old, decided to go Evil Kenevil on us. She went over the berm of our driveway and down the hill towards the neighbor’s house, despite her Dad chanting, “Use your breaks…use your breaks…USE YOUR BREAKS!”
He put the baby down in the grass and sent my 4-year-old inside to get me and then scooped our princess up from the heap of bike and dirt. At first it looked fairly bad. Purple. Bloody. Swollen. Bad enough, that we pulled things together for a trip to the ER. I was sure x-rays would reveal a fracture. After several hours of reading the two books I sent with them, moving from one place to another in true hospital hurry up and wait manner, they came home. It’s just a bad abrasion. No fractures. Whew!!!!
BTW, that is not blood on the wall in my photo and that hill is a lot steeper than it appears. I guess we’re lucky that in almost 6 years and with three kids, this was our first run to the ER. Let’s hope it is the last.
Do you have any ER stories?