This is not the post I intended to share today. I had planned to take the kids to another castle, or maybe apple picking- or maybe BOTH if I was feeling super adventurous. Instead, we did this:
On Monday morning, Little Miss pulled a stroller down on top of her, as she fell down a full flight of stairs. We live in stairwell housing, which means on any given day, we are walking up and down more stairs than you ever thought possible. Add this to needing to carry groceries and packages, and little independent toddlers, and it’s a recipe for disaster. When Little Miss hit the floor, with the stroller on top of her, she was knocked out cold for what I think was about 10 seconds.
I scooped her up and realized she had blood pouring down her face from above her eye. I frantically got the boys shoved off to neighbors, called friends to cover them as I ran to the car, and begged a friend to be downstairs in two seconds so she could help me navigate the language barrier to get Little Miss the care she needed.
In the States, if I walked into the ER with a story like that, I would have expected a full physical check for the fall, possibly a CT for concussion, and would have requested a plastic surgeon to come to fix her face (because oh my GOSH, it’s her face!). The Germans are much more conservative and “old school” then Americans are, and their standard of care is 48 hours of neuro checks- and nothing else. They glued her head shut, and send us upstairs to the children’s ward. They never even looked over the rest of her for injury.
Once we got settled into our room, I felt a little better because they promised to feed both of us, and Little Miss got to finally take a nap. They never did offer her pain medication, but I was able to track some down for her after asking a few times. By the morning, she was doing much better!
Enjoying the toys and little gift from one of my wonderful friends who stopped by the hospital to give me a hand- Thank GOODNESS for the whole “military wives sisterhood” thing we have going on here. I would have been lost without them!
What I thought was really funny was that they didn’t take us where we were going in the hospital, even when we were “admitted.” I was handed a stack of papers, and sent off with the best translated directions I could be given. I was on my own in the hospital labyrinth, and all I could think was how glad I was that she wasn’t MORE injured because I felt very much “on my own.”
I’m realizing as I am writing this that I sound really negative…. and I don’t mean to. It was overwhelming and scary, and I think were I not have been worried out of my mind, I would have thought more highly of it.
Today, she’s back to her normal, active self, and only whines a little when she notices the bandage on her face. The bruises are getting better, and the follow up appointment at the clinic eased my concerns!