Wayne and I agreed not to post pictures.
Alise spent the night with her Nana & Papaw Friday night. When she got home Saturday afternoon, she and I enjoyed the gorgeous weather by playing outside in her Cinderella playhouse, riding bikes and playing with her sand and water table. Wayne tinkered on his new "toy."
I'll just lay it out there.
Wayne and Alise were puttering (not fast at all) around the yard and Alise fell out of the "toy." It was more like a flip, if I remember correctly.
I was videoing the entire thing but I refuse to publish it. I've only watched the video one time myself. I can't watch it again. It amazes me how everything was great one minute (me laughing on the video) to only a few seconds later, seeing blood everywhere. As soon as the accident happened, I screamed and dropped the video camera. The little girls down the street - who saw the entire accident - later knocked on the door and returned my video camera.
Alise was bleeding from her nose and mouth. I had never seen so much blood. Her teeth were red. I picked her up and carried her in the house. Wayne wasn't far behind me - the toy still running in the yard. We tried our best to get her calmed down but she was hysterical and I wasn't far from it. I had to remind myself through out this whole ordeal that I had to hold myself together for Alise's sake. Then she threw up - alot - and I was worried about a concussion. I told Wayne to call Leigh and ask her to come over to the house so I could get another mother's opinion. Alise's nose and lip began to swell and she started talking out of her head, so to speak. She kept saying, "Mommie, it was all a bad dream. It was a bad dream." Wayne and I were constantly asking her if anything else hurt and how many fingers we were holding up. We noticed tire marks on her back.
By the time Leigh got to the house to check her out, Alise wasn't acting right to me. She wouldn't hardly talk (was talking up a storm when she was hysterical) and just sorta seemed to stare off. With the swelling, she didn't even look like my little girl. Leigh advised us to go to the ER which we did. We had to fight her all the way to the ER to stay awake. I knew she didn't need to go to sleep.
Of course, the wait was long, but since they were treating it as a MVA (motor vehicle accident because the toy was moving when the accident happened), they bumped us. Some bump.
I was running down the hall with Alise to the nearest bathroom because she was throwing up again when the nurse called us back to an ER room.
Another long wait.
The first thing the ER doctor wanted to know was what happened. We explained and the next thing he said was, "Well, I hope you guys have learned something from this." I never wanted to crawl up under a bed in a nasty, stinky ER before in my life! He examined her and said that he wanted to do x-rays. He said he was concerned about broken teeth but he didn't feel any broken facial bones. He said normally children at Alise's age still have very soft facial tissue.
I had to help with the x-rays, if you can imagine trying to take pictures of a three year old's face while she was on her stomach.
The doctor came back in the room and said the x-rays looked fine. Big sigh of relief. But by this time, Alise had started throwing up again and he wouldn't let us leave until she drank some apple juice and could keep it down.
More waiting. A friend from church came by and stayed with us. My mom and dad - who had arrived about the time we got called back to a room in the ER - came in for one last kiss. Alise eventually fell asleep. She was out.
Around 9:15, the nurse came in and said we were free to go. Diagnosis: mild concussion and facial bruising.
She has felt better today...a little more active, but we've taken it slow...laid around on the couch alot and watched movies. Her appetite finally began to pick up around noon and she could finally keep things down. She and I took a nap this afternoon and I noticed that the swelling in her lip had gone down quite alot, but it's still swollen. She is swollen and scabbed over from her forehead to her chin. I'm worried about a scar on her upper lip. The ER nurse mentioned the derma cream for scars to us when we were leaving the hospital. We've kept ice on everything as much as we could.
I called Alise's teacher tonight to let her know what had happened so that she could share it with the class tomorrow. We're not planning on sending Alise to school for a few days but I didn't want the kids in her class to be totally shocked when they saw her face.
We were outside this afternoon getting some fresh air and I mentioned to Wayne that I needed to run to the grocery store to get a few things. Alise said, "Mommie, I want to go with you." I said, "Baby, I don't think you need to go. I think you should stay home." She understood what I was saying. She said, "Mommie, I don't care what I look like. I want to go with you."
As I write those words, I have tears streaming down my face. I am the first to admit that it was a very poor judgement call to let Alise ride on the toy, but honestly, she and her daddy weren't going fast at all. We never dreamed that something like this would have happened. We're not in the habit of endangering our daughter or making wrong decisions when it comes to her care. I am just so thankful that nothing was broken and that she wasn't hurt worse. As the swelling begins to subside, I am beginning to see the beauty of my little girl again. No scars can or will ever change who and what she means to me.
This afternoon, when we were walking out the door, someone - we think it is the little girls from down the street - left a white teddy bear on our door step. Alise has clung to it all day. She still doesn't quite understand why they left it. We told her it was because they cared about her. Nana & Papaw brought her an icee and M&Ms this afternoon, too. She smiled for the first time in nearly 24 hours and I was so, so grateful for that. I never knew a crooked smile with a swollen lip and a red rudolph nose could make me smile, too.