A day in her life
Let me tell you about my daughter. The single most beautiful, wonderful thing in my existence. The last 24 hours have seen some pretty rough spots, and she came through it like a trooper.
Thursday at work, my wife called at 5pm. (start the clock) Bailey jumped off the couch, landed flat on her face and bent her front tooth into a dangerous angle in her mouth. Blood was spraying from her lip and she was hysterical. Of course, 5pm means that the traffic nightmare in Norfolk just began and I can't get home in under an hour. The wife takes her in to the emergency dentist. Being that she's four years old, the dentist decides to just pull the baby tooth and tells us that the adult tooth will come in within three years. So by 6:30pm Thursday, she had her first novacaine shot and a tooth pulled. Thank God she landed on the carpet.
So on Friday, she wakes up to me telling her that we need to get dressed to go to the doctor. This appointment has been on the schedule for weeks. She needs to have surgery to have tubes put in her ears to help the drainage that isn't working. She's had numerous ear infections, been on WAAAAY more anti-biotics than I'm happy with, and she has some mild hearing loss in her right ear. So we go to CHKD and spend three hours in the waiting room for a 20 minute procedure. Don't get me wrong, CHKD is wonderful, but today was just ridiculous.
Around 2pm, they come get me in Surgery Waiting and take me to recovery. Poor Bailey is just sobbing in tears, screaming that her ears hurt. She wraps her arms around me and just sobs. There's a little blood on her ears, she has a fat lip, and missing a tooth. As a father, you just wish you could take all of it away into yourself. But you can't, so you just hold your daughter, whisper that it will be alright, and be the rock in her little life.
Eventually, it's time to leave. She's still in pain but won't get in the wheelchair, so I carry her all the way from Surgery downstairs and over to the parking garage. By the time we get to the car, my arms are dead but it's nothing compared to what she's been through so I don't say a word. I offer to take her to lunch (it's almost 4pm by now) and then the toy store, but she's still in pain and a little groggy from the gas. She falls asleep in the van and finally has a little peace.
By 6pm, we're in McDonald's and she's running through the play area with three little boys her age. She whistles a little when she talks and occassionally picks at her ear but she's pretty much back to herself. She has a new Care Bear in her collection and mom and dad looked the other way when bedtime rolled around.
Today was her day. She's earned it.
Thursday at work, my wife called at 5pm. (start the clock) Bailey jumped off the couch, landed flat on her face and bent her front tooth into a dangerous angle in her mouth. Blood was spraying from her lip and she was hysterical. Of course, 5pm means that the traffic nightmare in Norfolk just began and I can't get home in under an hour. The wife takes her in to the emergency dentist. Being that she's four years old, the dentist decides to just pull the baby tooth and tells us that the adult tooth will come in within three years. So by 6:30pm Thursday, she had her first novacaine shot and a tooth pulled. Thank God she landed on the carpet.
So on Friday, she wakes up to me telling her that we need to get dressed to go to the doctor. This appointment has been on the schedule for weeks. She needs to have surgery to have tubes put in her ears to help the drainage that isn't working. She's had numerous ear infections, been on WAAAAY more anti-biotics than I'm happy with, and she has some mild hearing loss in her right ear. So we go to CHKD and spend three hours in the waiting room for a 20 minute procedure. Don't get me wrong, CHKD is wonderful, but today was just ridiculous.
Around 2pm, they come get me in Surgery Waiting and take me to recovery. Poor Bailey is just sobbing in tears, screaming that her ears hurt. She wraps her arms around me and just sobs. There's a little blood on her ears, she has a fat lip, and missing a tooth. As a father, you just wish you could take all of it away into yourself. But you can't, so you just hold your daughter, whisper that it will be alright, and be the rock in her little life.
Eventually, it's time to leave. She's still in pain but won't get in the wheelchair, so I carry her all the way from Surgery downstairs and over to the parking garage. By the time we get to the car, my arms are dead but it's nothing compared to what she's been through so I don't say a word. I offer to take her to lunch (it's almost 4pm by now) and then the toy store, but she's still in pain and a little groggy from the gas. She falls asleep in the van and finally has a little peace.
By 6pm, we're in McDonald's and she's running through the play area with three little boys her age. She whistles a little when she talks and occassionally picks at her ear but she's pretty much back to herself. She has a new Care Bear in her collection and mom and dad looked the other way when bedtime rolled around.
Today was her day. She's earned it.
posted by Mkae at
7:05 PM
2 Comments:
Wow. That is the worst. Brian fell over and knocked one of his teeth back up into his head once, with Cheryl and me just standing there, and he also had tubes put in his ears. But not the same week! Poor Bailey. It is much more awful to see your kid go through this kind of thing than to have it happen to you.
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Shocho, at 7:29 PM
Wild day Mark, my oldest girl wrecked her bike while wearing a helmet, unfourtunately she landed on her face....went through the tooth pull and long healing process from her face damage.....but she has no scaring left now 5 years later....
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Roycer, at 11:29 AM
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