Sunday. It appears that on this blog, it is always Sunday.
It's been a weird weekend. It's been a quiet weekend; strangely unsettling. Friday we had a long day, Charlie and I. We went swimming with friends in the morning and then had a picnic lunch in a friend's back garden; relaxing, happy, idyllic, flowing from garden to house to house to garden, the kids roving in a feral mass.
Afterwards, we went to the park where I bought him an ice-cream from the ice-cream van, the eternal ice-cream van that marks the passage of the seasons, the ice-cream van that has the power to change the very weather ("No Mummy, it IS hot, the ice-cream van WILL be there... can I hold your umbrella?") As he dripped strawberry and chocolate all down his front we met two of his friends and a final play of the day ensued.
Shortly after the stick from his ice-lolly was deposited in the bin, my little boy was run-down by a boy on a bicycle and has for a few days at least, lost the use of his left arm.
Before the xrays and the certainty that it wasn't broken he passed out twice and lay semi-conscious, rolling his eyes and moaning until we splinted it. In the hospital he would only talk about his bus to the doctors ("He's in his own world, that one...") and he has been sleeping 13-hours a day, so oblivion and dissociation are ruling the roost. It hasn't stopped him from consuming vast quantities of ice-cream and while we are trying very hard not to make a fuss, it's difficult as he can't really push himself up from sitting to standing and if he wants to use his hand he has to pick it up with the other hand and place it near the toys.
Every day he gets a bit better and hopefully he'll be back to mormor in a few days ("Are we back to mormor now Mummy?" as if normal can be found on a map). We're trying to act as if nothing has happened so he's not scared; but I tell you, as if I needed it underlined, bloody anything can happen to anyone in a fraction of a second.
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God - how absolutely traumatising. I hope he's OK poor mite. You're right. It only takes a second.
Oh my word! No way! I'm reading that and thinking "no way!" I had to read it again and again to be sure I was reading it right! Oh my! Why did that happen?! What was that other kid doing?
Regardless, I hope our little Spud is on the mend soon!
Please keep us posted on how he is doing. I am so sorry to hear that this happened. You've stated it all so matter of factly, not blaming the biker. Will be thinking of you and your Spud and checking back for updates.
So funny when I saw the title of this post. "Mormor" mean grandmother (specifically, mother's mother) in Danish. Thought for a moment you had a Danish extraction you'd kept secret!
We thought Dante had to have stitches yesterday, luckily not. But, it's started. They are out of the bubble! Seems Charlie's a trooper, best well wishes for the lad.
Oh the poor little thing - I hope he gets back to mormor really soon, what a horrid thing for you to have to get through (although like the medicinal application of ice cream!)
That's SO scary Sparx! The passing out and eye's lolling - omg I'd probably faint as well. (and a great lot of good THAT would do us!)
Now that Daisy is trying her best to sit up and kiiiindda making it I've learned not only the one second rule but the 1/4 second rule. She was proped up fine and dandy one moment, I turn my head to yell at the dog to stop eating the cat - and when I look back she was plopped over face down and unable to move. "Nice mommy, let your baby smother in the couch." GAHH.
Anyhoo, I hope he's better SOONER than possible! :)
Expat - Thank you for the thoughts - he seems better every day but he did wake up in pain 5 times last night so we're nowhere near out of the woods yet.
Lisa - I know, I keep not believing it too... so hard to watch. Thanks hon for the kind thoughts!
Michelle - I will do. I can't blame the biker really, he was only about 6 and it's not his fault his Mum let him ride his bike in a crowded playground (against the rules, I might add...)
Jennie - 'Mormor' means Granny! Well the Spud's Granny is definitely not 'mormor' (ducks as Mum chucks something my way...). Dante nearly needed stitches? Seems the boys are twins in more ways than just looks! Poor kid...
Muddling Along - thanks for the kind thoughts... and ice-cream, amazingly medicinal. He is milking it though, ice-cream for breakfast this morning (his Dad is such a softy... Mr. Softee, perhaps!)
Gringa - Haha!! Sorry, shouldn't laugh. I did leave Charlie on the sofa and forget about him for 20 minutes once when he was very little. I suddenly realised 'something' was missing and had a dodgy 10 seconds hunting through my flat. He was fine, face up, staring at the ceiling, happy as a clam... thankfully...
Sparx, best wishes to Charlie, I hope he's feeling much better very soon. Those moments happen to us all (I'm remembering now a near-drowning incident with Boy #1 that even now I can't bring myself to write about), and you have my heartfelt sympathies that this was one of yours... PMx
Thanks Potty - and a near drowning... OMG, I have no idea how I'd have reacted... I feel we were quite lucky to be honest... I hope it makes him more cautious as well.
Amazing how your view can change in the blink of an eye. Scary. I hope he mends quickly and gets all better soon.
How terrifying! Hope he's getting better and is back to normal soon x
Oh heavens, poor you, both of you. One of my miserable old woman grumps is that I think bicycles present at least as much of a hazard to children as cars. I hope he gets well soon and keep his chin up, let me know if we can send anything in the post to cheer hum up x
Poor Spud! Poor you. How frightening. Wishes and kisses for a speedy recovery - both of you.
Saw him at nursery today, looked pretty mormor. I had no idea. Poor all of you. Funny, when I started reading this and saw that you'd gone to the playground I thought 'sparx doesn't like the playground'. And this is why. I can only imagine how busy it was on a day like Friday. I assumed that the bike incident was outside the playground. If you won't condemn that, I will!
poor little boy! Hope he is on the mend. Has he had his plastercast signed? My son broke his ankle playing rugby a few years ago - its rotten isn't it- they need a lot of ice-cream!
poor little boy! Hope he is on the mend. Has he had his plastercast signed? My son broke his ankle playing rugby a few years ago - its rotten isn't it- they need a lot of ice-cream!
poor little boy! Hope he is on the mend. Has he had his plastercast signed? My son broke his ankle playing rugby a few years ago - its rotten isn't it- they need a lot of ice-cream!
Nappy Valley - thanks! He does indeed seem to be on the mend, phew.
TheAlice - thanks so much!
Belgravia Wife - oh thank you! I agree, I think bicycles are great, but definitely a menace - a neighbour of ours was in hospital for 3 months with brain damage after being run over on the pavement outside her gate by a man on a bike.
Sphinx - oh thank you!
Aliasse - yes, getting back to mormor - he's bending it now and even able to lift it himself. Not completely better and he screamed last night when I picked him out of the bath and put some funny pressure on it by mistake. And I hate the playground even more now, you're right.
JustherdingCats - luckily no cast needed... but your boy!! Rugby is so manly but I have met so many people crippled by it... I really don't want the spud to play it!!
hi sparx, what an awful horrible thing you guys have been/are going through. I really hope he is on the mend and that you are ok. xx
Elsie - thank you so much - all is now almost well.
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