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Thursday, March 11, 2010

No more monkeys jumping on the bed!

One little Iman jumping on the bed
She fell off and bumped her head!
Momma called the doctor and the doctor said:
Take her to the ER, she might need stitches.

As life imitates art (or vice-versa?) Iman smashed her head against the corner of a dressing table while jumping on Momma’s bed and initiated herself into the world of the Mortal Wound. And what a dramatic initiation it was- twenty minutes of crying and bleeding profusely and refusing to hold still, blood on her clothes and on her face as she tried to make the pain go away by vigorously rubbing at it. (Note: this doesn’t work)

We did eventually get the bleeding to stop, and then packed her into the car and off to the emergency room in Abu Dhabi. We were seen right away, Alhamdulillah, and were asked only once- “So ma’am, what is the prob- oh. Richard, dressing for the baby please!” Iman was in a fairly good mood, the pain having subsided, and we even went through a few rounds of ‘Five little monkeys jumping on the bed,’ to the amusement of the ER staff. Iman bobbed up and down and tapped on her own head for emphasis, and appropriately shook her head and held out a very stern finger at the final line. But then the fun was over because it was time to actually do something about the hole in her forehead.

In case you’ve ever wondered what the Iman:Normal Human ratio of intensity is, I think it’s three to one. That’s how many people it takes to hold her down so that one nurse can push the edges of the wound together while another paints it with glue, fans it dry, paints it again, fans some more, and then lays down steri-strips, and then clear plastic bandage to background shrieking of “No! Wait! All Done! No No No! Mommaa!”

When it was all done and Iman’s hands were finally freed, she made an angry grab at the bandages on her forehead. Ouch! she cried out in genuine surprise. She frowned, sniffled, thought for a moment, and then tried again. Ouch! *pout*. Cindy and I were trying desperately to not laugh out loud, and we waited to see whether she would do it again. She did. Ouch! *pout* We gave her a glass of water and some tic-tacs, and with both hands full, she stopped taking swipes at herself.

She fell asleep in the car on the way home, woke up in the morning happy, and seems to have forgotten about last night’s trauma. Today Cindy and I moved the furniture around in the bedroom, and the new arrangement is awkward, but at least there is nothing forehead puncturing in the vicinity of the bed. Alhamdulillah, we were blessed that Iman did not get the corner of the dresser in her eye, and I’m not going to risk it.

No more monkeys jumping on the bed!

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2 Comments:

At 8/4/10 8:03 AM, Blogger Muslim Girl said...

Your daughter sounds ADORABLE masha'Allah! I love how she "tapped on her own head for emphasis" and shook a stern finger at the last line! Kids understand so much more than we think they do! How old is she? (if you don't mind me asking btw). My nephew is almost 2 :)

 
At 15/10/10 2:31 AM, Blogger American Muslima Writer said...

Salam Abez, it's good to get to your blog again. I sometimes think about you , and when one customer was asking about special needs centers I remebered you and reccomended she take her daughter to the one here in Dubai.

Oh gosh, i bet that was just as traumatising for you as it was for her. Heart pounding suddenly took on real life meaning. My son's bonked his little head so many times that if he still had them he'd look like a leamon tree but thankfully none that have made gashes. May ALlah guide our children from harm. And holding them down is the WORST!!!
May ALlah help you and Bless you for that.
So cute how she was acting along hehehe. My she's really growing now, I remeber when you blog you had her. Masha'Allah.

I'll try to get by more often :)

 

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