Ds had stitches in his chin yesterday. It was all very gory. The nurse was holding his head. The Doctor was sewing him up. I was holding his legs, stopping his hands from grabbing the needle, and generally being calm and soothing and telling him it was okay, and he could have milk in a minute.
The next thing I know, I am blinking my eyes open surrounded by medical staff, no idea where I was, who they were, what I was doing. I thought I must have been in an explosion or a car crash or something.
As soon as they had me up and in a chair they went back to sewing ds up and I sat shaking and trying not to be sick, making pathetic attempts to comfort a screaming ds from across the room.
I am so upset with myself. My poor baby needed me and I passed out cold on the floor. I don't even know why I did it. What is the purpose of fainting? How fucking rubbish of me not to be there for him when he was scared and in pain.
I have a hell of a lump on my head and have lost some hearing in one ear from where I landed. Am still on painkillers and have a continual headache. He is absolutely fine and racing around with a bandaged chin as though nothing has happened.