Monday, January 02, 2006

My Right-of-Passage

Well, I've made it through dialing 9-1-1 for the very first time! On New Year's Eve Day Miss Iris tripped and fell face first in to one of her little wooden chairs. Matt picked her up and said "I think she's broken her nose!" to which I jumped up immediately and grabbed my phone and called 9-1-1. I was freaking out, thinking my little girl had forever ruined her face and must be in serious pain, and the operator said they were just going to send someone right over. I said I just wanted to know how to tell if it was serious or not, and she said she was just sending someone. So, the "someone" turned out to be a fire truck, lights and sirens and all, and three very nice EMTs, who were about as sweet as could be about the fact that all Iris had from her fall was a swollen nose. We were relieved, of course, and my hindsight told me that we may have over-reacted just a tad, but I was really happy that the help was there and everything ended up being just a scare. Turns out next time if she doesn't lose consciousness then it's probably not an emergnecy :)

She kept pointing at her face the rest of the day saying "bonk!" and I had to chuckle that my dare-devil daughter, who does all sorts of crazy things, hurt herself the worst simply walking across the floor. This is the girl who tries to stand up in the saddle of a plastic bouncy horse, who tried to climb to the tower she created from stacking her chair on top of an adult chair, who scales the back of couch to stand on it and bang on the window. Sigh. I probably have a daughter who's gong to be an extreme snow-boarder!