On Friday night, we put the kids into Kid’s Night Out at the gym and headed to fancy seafood restaurant for dinner.
As a self-confessed hypocrite, I enjoyed eating my freshly caught fish while glaring at the “horrible” woman callously executing lobsters behind me.
“Look at her, no regard for life!” *nom nom nom*
It was while Brian was in the bathroom that my cell phone rang and we received the scariest call of our lives. It was the gym.
A young Kid’s Night Out counselor informed me that Ana had hit her head on the pool…
that her head was bleeding…
that she couldn’t follow the life guard’s finger…
that an ambulance was on its way.
no no no, this can’t be happening.
Surprisingly, I asked very few questions, not even bothering to clarify exactly what her condition was. I suppose, in my mind, if he didn’t offer that information it was because either he didn’t know the answer OR it was so awful that he couldn’t bring himself to tell me. I knew if I had any chance of holding it together, I couldn’t risk hearing the worst. So instead, I focused on the logistics – How long ago? What Hospital? Where’s Collin? Is someone riding with her?
On the way to the hospital, Brian peppered me with questions that most normal people would have thought to ask (How did it happen? How bad is her head? Was she unconscious? Who got her out of the water?). But all I could do was to sit frozen in time, repeating the phrase “I don’t know.” In fact, the only thing I did know was that we had to get to the hospital before the ambulance did. We had to be there waiting for her.
It seemed to take forever for the ambulance to arrive…then to pull in…then to back up. I wanted to scream! I found myself gravitating towards the ambulance doors before it even had a chance to come to a complete stop.
As soon as one of the paramedics opened the door, he smiled at me and said “She’s fine. She’s watching Peppa Pig.”
Breathe.
We’re still unsure what happened, as no one but Ana’s friend saw what happened. But according to her, a little girl threw something across the pool and it struck Ana in the head.
I’ll tell you what, that little girl has a hell of an arm on her because they needed a staple to close the wound.
On Saturday, we did absolutely nothing, except light a fire, cuddle, and feel grateful.
On Sunday, we did the exact same thing. Plus we watched Frozen.
and I taught Ana a new word…
Today, get this…Ana has a fever, a virus she no doubt caught from Kids Night Out. Normally I’d say “Poor girl, she can’t catch a break”, but honestly, we’re all feeling pretty damn lucky.
How was your weekend? Hopefully not as dramatic as ours.
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