Toddler on a mission…
The last few week C has been exceptionally accident prone although I must be quite honest and say I’m a little suspicious of these accidents!
C’s favourite thing at the moment is ambulances, he likes fire engines, dustbin lorries and police cars but ambulances have the edge!
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Last week he managed to pull a TV on top of himself, injuring his foot and when the limp started getting worse instead of better I had to accept a trip to A&E was necessary.
In our closest A&E dept we enter through one set of doors and across the waiting room is a second set of doors which lead to the ambulance port. I think in C’s mind this waiting room is meant to work like a station; he thinks he’s waiting for an ambulance!!
So after an X-Ray, blood & urine tests and an ECG (for a murmuring heart), diagnosis of a sprain and a clean bill of health, he is still not satisfied…
‘I go in ambulance?’
C has a very placid nature but queue a full blown tantrum which lasts the whole journey home. Exactly what you need after 8hrs in the hospital!
This was Thursday; fast forward to last night and we’re potty training so when he announced he needed the toilet I lifted him out of the bath and popped him on.
I was still holding him when he leant forward, wet bum slipped backwards and he fell head first into the shower, cutting his head. I think I should get a pat on the back for not fainting at the sight, I managed to patch him together ready for the inevitable visit to A&E…
‘I go in ambulance mummy?’
He was glued back together and returned incredibly home incredibly quickly by a stern nurse who didn’t seem amused by me suggesting that he was on a mission to ride in the ambulance. I had to explain what happened to about 4 different people so I will look forward to the visit from the health nurse to check my home.
I will smile and look grateful when she gives me her ‘safety in the home’ booklet and when she checks that I have plug socket covers and stair gates (which I do). I will also do my very best not to question how they may have prevented a toddler’s urge to climb the telly or a slip of the toilet.
Instead I am trying to hunt down a venue where St John’s Ambulance may be in attendance to fulfil C’s ambition before he has another ‘accident’.
Even the stern nurse managed a smile though when checking for amnesia/concussion and asking him what he’d done, he replied…
‘I fell down toilet.’