Sabine said early morning yesterday: “Wow today is a busy day!” How true that turned out to be.
We went through our Sunday pretty quickly. Mass, lunch with in-laws and the birthday party. And all the drama happened at the tail-end of the day. Running for a photo at the steps of Museo Pambata, Aida tripped and hit her face on the stairs. When we went to pick her up, she was bleeding from the right part of her eye.
I couldn’t see if the cut went into her eye, or just beside it (very near it), so Des went in to get ice and consult some doctor-guests, and I went to the Information Counter for first-aid. We went to Manila Doctor’s just to be sure that she didn’t need stitches (the hospital nickname is Ma-Doc… like Mad Doc? Weird).
There is a different kind of panic when things like this happen. A screaming inside your head, yet outside you have to be calm or else your kids will start to panic as well. Coupled with prayer, texting, tweeting and all that. A community at prayer is always better.
We got to Ma-Doc, and Des and Aida were the ones inside while we stayed outside. Aida spent three hours in the ER (I was already getting testy, why should it take three hours?!). The doctors already said she didn’t need stitches, but for some reason it took them forever to clean it, put a smaller bandage and release us. They even took x-rays (twice!) of her face just to see if there were lacerations.
I get the need to be safe, and to be thorough… but I think it all could have been done faster than three hours. She is only three years old! Aida was very brave throughout. She was sitting properly, she followed the doctors and nurses. She was even singing during the x-ray: “tell me what to do and I’ll do it”.
I asked her if she was scared, and she firmly told me: “I’m not scared”. Before Des and I changed places, Aida called me up using Des’ phone and said” Daddy, I’m OK.” She is a brave girl.
Outside, Sabine and Ankoi were troopers waiting in the non-airconditioned area for three hours. Sabine kept talking about what happened (from her viewpoint) and how she felt. And how she wanted to see Aida already. Very sweet 🙂
At the end of the three hours PLUS the whole day of activity, Aida got mad. The nurse wanted to change the bandage one more time before we left and Aida just really had enough by that time. I understand, I would have gotten angry WAAAAY before that. We rushed out of there, and got home safe and sound.
Thank you for all your prayers. And thank Aida’s guardian angels 🙂 Aida went to Mass with us that morning, so I know her angels were extra alert. This was Aida’s second medical emergency, if you remember the first. Not as scary as the first (well, initially, yes), and we would rather not have a third.