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For most of the day yesterday, my 4-year-old daughter complained that her eye was hurting. I inspected it several times, but failed to find anything in her eye that might be irritating it. By late afternoon she was crying and rubbing until half her face was red and puffy. I knew she was tired after a busy weekend, so I put her to bed early, figuring a good night’s sleep was all she needed.
I was wrong.
At 9:45 PM she woke up screaming. By 10:15 PM I was carrying her into the emergency room. And at 12:15 AM I was carrying her out of the emergency room with a prescription for her corneal abrasion.
This was not Little C’s first trip to the ER. Nor was it her 2nd. Nope, not her 3rd either. This would be #4. In less than 4 years. Guess I should expect an ER visit every year with this one.
My son saw his fair share of ER docs when he was a baby, but that was for normal issues like late night high fevers and ear infections. My daughter seems to come up with more unique reasons to visit the ER.
Oddly enough, Little C’s first ER visit was also for a scratch on her eyeball when she was only a year old. She was trying to keep up with her big brother and his preschool friends on the playground, when that same big brother tossed a stick behind him without looking. As bad luck would have it, that stick landed in his sister’s eye. Off to the ER.
The second time around, Little C hitched a ride to the ER in an ambulance. It was Big C’s opening ceremony for t-ball. It was really hot. Nap time was overdue, and I didn’t pack enough snacks. I held Little C in my arms as she threw the mother of all tantrums. And then I watched as her eyes rolled in the back of her head, her body went limp, and she passed out. Someone called 911, an ambulance pulled into the crowded sports complex, and I left my son with a friend as I climbed in next to my not quite 2-year-old who was strapped to a stretcher. Diagnosis? My child knows how to hold her breath until she passes out.
The third visit was the bloodiest. She tripped over her own feet at school and landed face first on the corner of a table. Five stitches right between her eyebrows. I think I was almost as traumatized by the experience as she was. I never want to see a 3-year-old in a papoose with a mixture of blood and soapy water dripping into her eyes ever again.
We have no idea how this latest injury occurred, and neither does she. It’s definitely the most boring of her ER stories. But when it comes to reasons to visit the ER, I guess boring is good.
So I sit at home today with my daughter who is watching tv with one hand over her bad eye. And I’m thankful we got this year’s ER visit over and done with. It gives me a whole year to plan for the next one.
Do you have a good ER story?