Wednesday, June 18, 2008

My baby has had a very bad day.

7:15 a.m.—Dori wakes up 2 hours earlier than normal.

7:30 a.m.—Uncle Dale offers to take her on an errand in his truck, then locks her and the keys in it after buckling her securely in her carseat. She can't get out. It seems like an hour, probably more like 30 minutes before Luke arrives with the spare.

9:15 a.m.—Dori's swimming lesson is cancelled. Too darn cold.

1 p.m.—Addy gets to try on a flowergirl dress and pretty red shoes at the shop downtown. Dori does not. She is ticked. We throw a jumper over her clothes and call it good, then whip it off and leave the store, nearly late for the dentist now.

1:29 p.m.—On the way to Dori's 1:30 p.m. dentist appointment, her mother (that's me), realizes she has forgotten her wallet at the store. Quick call: They'll hold it.

1:30 p.m.—Time to rush into the dentist, just in time. Dori poops. Needs a diaper change. Bad. In the parking lot. No wipes.

2 p.m.—The root of the tooth in question is dying. It needs to be pulled.

2:30 p.m.—Cavity filled, tooth pulled, not so bad. Except for the missing tooth. And blood. And now no one will let her have any gum.

4 p.m.—Back to the farm. Wants to play. Mama says no, we must get in the car and get to sister's tee-ball game. Forced into carseat against will.

7:30 p.m.—Attempting to climb the playground ladder at the ballpark, Dori falls backward from a couple rungs up and lands flat on her back. Wind knocked out of her. Mama picks her up and thinks she's fine until her eyes roll back into her head, her body tenses up and flails backward (ER doc later tells us she passed out momentarily). Mama freaks out. EMS tech happens to be at game and reassures us, directs us to drive her to the hospital. Everything OK, CAT done because she had a concussion earlier this year. Scan was normal. Apparently she has a short vasovagal response and passes out with head injury.

9:30 p.m.—Back home.

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