Well it has been a while coming, I finally *FINALLY* thought that my regular visits to A+E were over, but no, as the confidence in my children and their never ending mishaps ending returned, we were off for the first time yesterday since moving to the 'shire.
The only reason I am blogging about it is as a warning to other parents but before I get to that bit, let me set the scene....
Kids rush in, after school (they get the school bus home now, door to door which is a definite plus of living in a rural location) sit at the kitchen table, scoffing rice cakes and drinking milk all chattering and desperate to tell me about their days. They then flitter of to various locations in the house (Beansey to practise his rugby and BoBo and Pixie to watch TV) whilst I tidy away the after school snack goodies.
I then hear a squabble going on, and a scream from the Pixie, on investigating, they were fighting over what to watch and BoBo had bit his sister in anger/frustration. Now our BoBo used to be called Sharky as he was "that" kid, you know the one I mean, the toddler who doesn't hit, or pull hair but bites. I used to live in fear of being at a party of soft play and hearing a wail, simply knowing that sharky had struck. The trouble is, you can't see proof of a hair pull or push but biting..oh my, I know you know!!!
Now a bit of squabbling I can deal with, but I will not tolerate biting at this age and so he was sent to his bedroom to think about his behaviour for time out.
I was consoling Pixie when I heard a scrabbling sound outside, next thing I know, out of the corner of my eye I see something fall. Instinctively, I know it is BoBo and that he has fallen out of his window. I rush out into the garden and he is sitting upright on the gravel drive, unseemingly unhurt with a "WTF" expression on his face. I go into panic mode, bring him in and call 111. Within a few minutes, as I instinctively know he had fallen, I also know that he is absolutely fine. We go through the questions on the emergency line (how GREAT is that, first time I've had to call) and we come to the conclusion that even though he isn't showing any symptoms of concussion or broken bones, that it is probably best to get him checked out.
So, leaving a roast chicken dinner with 6 veg to spoil, off the four of us go to get BoBo get checked out at the local A+E.
Brilliantly, the 111 service has sent our details on so I don't need to repeat what had happened, and due to the nature of his accident, we are seen quickly.
The doctors and nurses couldn't BELIEVE how fine he was. Here is a photo of the window:
He said that he was watching the cows out of the window, thinking about his behaviour, when he slipped, rolled down the roof and fell onto the gravel.
He was thoroughly checked out, scanned for internal damage and given the all clear. Both the doctor and I sat him down and read him the riot act as by this time, he was "show boating" and saying he was like Spiderman. After a serious talking, he was quite rightly humbled and understanding of the seriousness of the situation.
The moral of the story is this, it is not just toddlers who can fall out of the window. I incorrectly assumed that at the age of 7, having a window open to air the room was perfectly safe. I have now been proven wrong and am very VERY lucky to have my beautiful, boisterous Bobo unharmed.
Peace and Love