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in stitches

pain scale

pain scale


One Thursday night, I came out from the shower just an hour after I have left my kids at my parents’ for the night to find a couple of missed calls from my parents on my phone.

When I called back, my mother told me that Lion and Peanut were alone in the bed room waiting for her to read a bedtime story when Lion fell and cut his forehead at the edge of the wardrobe. The cut looked deep and my father had staunched it and took Lion into A&E.

Panicked, I called The Other Half who was out on a run. He doubled home and we headed to the hospital to meet up with my father.

When I arrived at the A&E, there was Lion, still in his pajama-bottom, sitting next to my father with a ginormous bandage on his forehead. He was tired and subdued, staring at the TV screen showing Cartoon Network in the waiting area. I sat down next to him and he crawled onto my lap, looking miserable.

terrorising vending machines

terrorising vending machines

I asked Lion what happened and he told me that he was playing with Peanut when he hit his head on the cupboard. The doctor told us that as it was a blunt cut, he would need to be stitched by a plastic surgeon to minimize scarring. This can only be done in the morning so Lion would have to be admitted into hospital for the night. So my father went home and we filled up the forms for Lion to be warded.

stoned face being wheeled into ward

stoned face being wheeled into ward

Close to midnight, we finally got Lion into bed. The Other Half stayed with Lion and I went home to feed the cats and get some clothes packed for Lion and The Other Half. Needless to say, I hardly got any sleep that night and returned to the hospital at 6am, just in time to assist the nurses in sedating Lion for the surgery.

after surgery

after surgery

After the surgery, Lion had to be observed for 4 hours before I could take him home. Those were possibly the longest 4 hours of my life. The Other Half had to leave for work while my work was being attended to by my associates [Thank God for Champagne Truffle and Catholic Girl!]. He refused to lie down on the bed or take a nap [“I wanna go home!”]. He complained that the hospital smelt bad [of antiseptic]. He refused to have his temperature and blood pressure taken [“I already did this just now! No more!!”]. He insisted that he wanted to go home [“When can I go home? I wanna go home now!!!”]. He spent the duration seated on my lap or lying on the floor while I tried to stay awake and entertained him with silly songs, rocked him on my lap, used various distraction techniques including and not limited to trying to teach him how to play Plants s. Zombies on my phone until my battery ran out. Then luckily a couple of trainee paediatricians showed up with a box of toys to do some tests on him [“Do you have a Lego set?”] so I got a little bit of a reprieve. When they were done, he ate everything on his lunch plate and declared that he was done being in hospital. Luckily for both of us, the doctor agreed with him and we were allowed to leave.

He promptly fell dead asleep in the taxi on the way back to my parents’. I placed him on his mattress next to Peanut who had returned from school earlier and was taking her nap. That was when my mother told me that after the incident, Peanut had told her that she was minding her own business when Lion fell and cut his forehead. In the morning when she got up and realized that Lion was not at the breakfast table as he was in hospital, she turned pale and silent. She barely ate any breakfast and went off to school in a daze. When she returned home from school, she burst into tears and confessed to my mother that she was chasing Lion around when the incident happened.

scar face!

scar face!

We didn’t yell at them because the guilt on their little faces seemed like punishment enough. I was hoping that both of them would learn something from this incident but two days after, they are back bouncing around without any sense of danger again.

Oh well.

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I spent Saturday at the new place, having left the kids at my mother-in-law’s, meeting contractors then at various locations selecting tiles, toilets, ovens, sinks.

We had a quick late lunch at Terminal 3, then doubled back to pick up the kids for dinner at Oscar’s.

I turned a year older. I didn’t eat as much cake as I would have liked but I am now a home owner and I can’t wait to see what my bathroom will look like.

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