hello all. not been around for a few days - have been finding DD1's first week of real school rather stressful and that's with OH helping in the ams. Once he has his new job, he'll be gone early and I'll be on my own to do everything. Now I understand why mothers look forward to the holidays .
So this morning I was rather looking forward to a leisurely 9.00am departure time for ballet rather than 8.30am, and was congratulating myself at 8.59 on having time to apply some (much-needed ) mascara, when DT2 starts crying, v. loudly. Oh god what now, thinks me. When I arrive at the scene, she's holding up her right hand, blood pouring from the little finger, which DT2 has managed to shut in the hinges of a rather heavy, Edwardian door. Her finger was all crooked and it was a really deep gash right at the top of the nail...it was horrid and after a few seconds of running it under the tap, I screamed at OH (who was in the shower) 'I've got to take DT2 to casualty', gave her a dose of calpol, a squirt of rescue remedy and a couple of arnica tablets and off I dashed.
We were very lucky with our timing as we didn't wait longer than 10 mins at each stage of our A&E visit - saw nurse, doc, xray, then back to doc for strapping up. No broken bones, no stitches, just steri-strips holding it together. And from the point we arrived at the hospital she didn't cry once...such a brave and good girl. Bless her she was still in her ballet outfit, headband and all - she looked so cute. Anyway, she has a big bandage and sling and we have to go back to have it checked on Monday. So no relaxing saturday for me!