It was an early morning in our house. I was up (not voluntarily, and my son wasn’t the alarm clock this morning) at 6:00 A.M. We had a plan to be out of the house by 7:15 the latest.  It was my first day back to work. My husband was nice enough to drop me off at work, after we brought our little one to day care for the first time. But it’s not really daycare because my In Laws are watching him (they have an in home day care). 

Now it was sad to leave him there for the first time officially while I went to work, but my In Laws are so wonderful at what they do and with my son that I was not petrified to leave him.   They provide the most loving care for all the kids and especially for their grandson.  So off to work we both went.

Then I get a call…

At around noon my husband informs me that he’s left work to go and look at Dominic as he’s had an accident. He’s hit his head really hard on a window sill and his parents think he needs to go to the hospital. So I try not to worry, because i’m sure it’s not that bad. I tell my husband to call me after he gets to his parents and has a look at our son.

I get another call…

My husband thinks that we should take him in. Now maybe I should preface, my husband is somewhat of a hypochondriac. Maybe he’s not the best judge of things lol So when he picks me up, i look over at our now sleeping son in the car seat and think, it’s not that bad.  Here I am, first day back at work, and I’m leaving early… great impression hey?!

So we get to the children’s hospital and I take off his toque and wow, did it ever look worse with his toque off. So with all the other sick kids, my husband went to go sit in the waiting room. It took 15 minutes for someone to acknowledge us, and then we’re told to have a seat and someone will call us to make a chart.  When I sit down with my husband, he says that our little guy is probably going to get sick with all these really sick kids in here and that maybe we should just call our pediatrician.

So I then spent 15 minutes on the phone with his office and finally talked to the doctor. All of them wanted me to stay at the hospital incase they needed to do a CT scan. But having the mommy instincts I pushed for them to see us (he was all booked up). SO finally the doctor told us to come in and wait to see him, he’d squeeze us in.  

My little guy was such a trooper. Not a peep out of him the whole afternoon, he was a little clingy but other then that he was normal! He wanted to move around and play which were all good signs.  When I got to the doctor’s office, it was standing room only. However, I discovered a new room for well infants and breastfeeding moms…. SCORE! (I don’t know what made me type score but it fits)  We waited in there until we could be seen by the doctor and finally when he could squeeze us in he was given the all clear.  Our doctor is just so fantastic with him, we are really lucky to have been referred to him by my brother’s girlfriend (she was a nurse in the children’s oncology ward at the children’s hospital).  He spent 15 minutes with us, just playing with him, and checking his eyes and ears etc.  He even told me that if something concerned me, I could call him back.  I guess I’m just not used to doctor’s being that accommodating.

All in all, he’s fine. He’s got a nice big black eye, but he’s fine!  My husband’s parents were just sick about this whole thing, but I told them not to feel badly about it, accidents happen. You could wrap him in bubble wrap and maybe he’d be safe but he’d never have any fun… well except popping the little air bubbles in the wrapping :)

All in all it was a long first day back to work. And what’s even better (sarcasm here) is that both me and my husband are fighting a cold thanks to the useless visit to the hospital. I mean we had been there for about an hour and a half before someone called us up to make a chart, and even then she said it’d be hours before we would see someone, good old Canadian health care system. (again with the sarcasm)