The Mummy Diaries: One baby, one threenager – Week 2

The Mummy Diaries: One baby, one threenager – Week 2

by Emma Hargan
article from Wednesday 14, August, 2019

AREN’T SATURDAY NIGHTS the best? A movie, a few glasses of wine, a few munchies, a trip to A&E?!

It gets to 7.30pm on Saturday night. It’s nearly time for that bottle of wine and bag of Doritos that I have been starving myself for all day just to justify the calories! Right, and the tag team starts. James takes Lily upstairs for a shower, pj’s and bed. Then I’ll take Jamie. Sounds good? Hmm.

Me and Jamie are happily playing downstairs with his cars. It’s been a nice day. We did a bit of shopping, took the kids out for something to eat and I managed to get a few jobs done around the house while James was home. It was all going too well. That was until Jamie decided he wanted to switch the living room light on. This involved climbing up on the sofa, which wouldn’t be so bad, but Jamie then decided he would use the sofa as a trampoline and started jumping up and down and messing about.

“Get down Jamie”, I said.

Jamie just looked at me and smiled but I stared him out. I won. Jamie sits down. Until I left the room and that awful toddler silence. I went back into the room and there was Jamie, jumping up and down on the sofa having a great time.

“Jamie, get down now!” I roared.

James and Lily appeared back downstairs and James asked what the shouting was about. I told him that Jamie was treating the sofa like a trampoline and at this rate we’d be in the hospital. If only I could predict the lotto numbers as well!

Jamie was then in a mood after I shouted at him, so when I told him it was shower time he wasn’t overly impressed and did everything in his power to stall. I stood at the bottom of the stairs and asked nicely, “Jamie, let’s go now.” Then the ignoring tactics started. Then I started to raise my voice. “Jamie, get upstairs right now!” I yelled.

Jamie got to his feet and reluctantly walked over to the hall door and just stopped in his tracks and started whinging. I was starting to lose my patience and walked over to Jamie, took his hand and said, “Come on now Jamie, stop being naughty.”

Jamie walked as far as the foot of the stairs and in his temper, threw himself onto the floor. At this point I was still holding Jamie’s hand and in the instant reaction I held on to stop him hurting himself.

That was when I felt and heard the click.

My heart stopped. In the space of five seconds, I experienced fear, upset, anger and panic. Jamie fell to the ground clutching his wrist and crying so hard, he was actually silent for a few seconds. You know that awful cry that kids do? They take a breath and pierce your ears with a deathly howl that would make you think they were being murdered.

Oh my God. “JAMES! JAMES!” I cried.

James came running through. “What’s happened?” he asked.

“Jamie threw himself down in his rage and I held onto his hand and I felt his wrist click! He can’t even use it, look!” I wailed. “Oh my God I think I’ve broken his wrist!”

“No, you haven’t don’t panic, he’s just being a drama king.” James replied while trying to get Jamie to calm down. “I’ll take him upstairs for a shower and we’ll see if he calms down.”

I felt awful hearing him cry. Jamie did stop crying while he was in the shower but the wailing started again after James took him out and started getting him into his pyjamas. I ran upstairs and Jamie was balling and still holding onto his wrist.

“Oh no James, he’s really hurt, I’m going to phone the out of hours doctor.” I said.

I managed to calm myself down long enough to make the call. I spoke to a receptionist who took all Jamie’s details and I explained what had happened and she advised that a Nurse would ring me back shortly to advise what to do.

Okay, just keep calm. I’m not one of those people that is very good in an emergency. I tend to get flustered and emotional. James would be the calm one out of the two of us. So naturally, while I was pacing the room with the phone in my hand, James had Jamie lying down on the sofa reading him a story to keep him calm.

Then the phone rang.

“Hello?” I asked anxiously. “Hello, can I speak to Emma Hargan please?”

“Yes, speaking,” I replied.

“Hello Emma, I am the nurse on call this evening. Can you give me Jamie’s details and explain what happened again please?” she asked.

I went through the whole story in detail. I explained that Jamie was calm at the moment but still holding his wrist.

“So it’s not swollen?” she asked.


“Have you given him anything?” she enquired.

“No, I didn’t want to do anything until I got advice.” I replied.

“Okay, so I would give him Nurofen for the pain and then I would take him straight up to hospital. There’s no point in coming in here as we don’t have an x-ray machine. I’ll ring A&E now and let them know that you’re on your way.”

“Okay, thanks.” I said.

“Just to advise you Emma that I will have to report this.” The nurse stated.

“Huh?” I said confused. “Report what, to who?” I asked.

“Well as you have explained to me, Jamie sustained these injuries due to you, I wouldn’t be doing my job unless I reported the incident and it will be up to services to follow up if they wish to do so.”

I honestly couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Is this a bad dream? I burst into tears.

“I’m sorry, but I have to report…”

“Whatever, you do whatever you have to do,” I said. “I’ve got to get my son to the hospital.”

I put the phone down. I was shaking. I just couldn’t believe that in the space of a split-second knee-jerk reaction, that I had unintentionally hurt my boy, heading up to the hospital and probably going to be investigated by Social Services! I explained the story to James. I can’t actually tell you what James said as the next page and a half of my blog would be hashtags!

We got Jamie into the car and I drove us up to the emergency room. Jamie had calmed down but was still holding his limp hand and didn’t want to walk so I carried him into reception and I think the girls in reception thought he was seriously ill. “Do you need help?” one of them asked me.

“No no, he’s okay” I replied. “He’s hurt his wrist. It’s Jamie Hargan.” I stated.

“Oh yes, we have him here. No problem, take a seat and the nurse will shout you shortly.” She said.

Jamie weighs nearly three stone and in my anxious state, my legs were like jelly. I grabbed the first two seats closest to the reception desk and sat with Jamie on my knee. I looked around and there were all sorts of people sitting waiting, giving me an apologetic smile wondering what had happened. An elderly couple. Another mummy with her wee girl with her head in a bandage. A family of five sitting opposite with one girl whose leg was fully strapped up, whatever happened to her. I could hear a ruckus going on behind us but I didn’t really pay much attention until I heard a cry. I looked round and a wee boy, maybe a little older than Jamie, was sitting in a wheelchair getting ferried about by his dad. One minute he was hyper and running about mad, the next he was crying and having a meltdown. Three-year-old wee boys!

A nurse appeared out of a side room. “Jamie Hargan?”

“Yes”, I replied, lifted Jamie and walked into the room. Jamie immediately freaked. The nurse tried her best to win Jamie round but he was having none of it. She had a look and advised that we wait for a doctor to assess and they will want an x-ray. She advised the wrist didn’t look broken and there was no swelling but most probably dislocated.

Oh God. What a nightmare. We went back out to the reception area and resumed our seats for a long wait.

It was then I realised that in my panic to get out of the door, I had brought nothing to keep Jamie amused and entertained during the wait. All I had with me was my phone. Okay, well at least I’ll have him sat for half an hour with YouTube. I rang James to let him know what was happening and he reassured me that everything would be fine and to ring him after we saw the doctor.

“Pee pee?” Jamie says.

And so it begins, I thought. We’ll be up and down visiting the toilets and I’ll be running around the waiting room after Jamie for hours like the other mum and dad were doing with their wee boy. Well, it was my own fault.

Two and a half hours later. Jamie had sat as good as gold on my knee cuddled into me. He chatted to me and was happy telling my stories, I didn’t even need my phone once so far. The people in the waiting area were getting fewer and fewer with folk being called into see the various doctors on duty.

I was feeling so bad. I was thinking over and over in my head how I should have reacted differently. Should I have let him fall? Then he could have split his head or definitely broken something. Oh I don’t know. In my haze of mulling things over and over, I hadn’t noticed that the lady with the wee boy had sat down next to us and was smiling at Jamie.

“Hello”, I said.

“Hello”, she replied. “What’s he in for? He’s been sitting as good as gold the wee soul.”

“He fell and hurt his wrist. We’re still waiting on the doctor to see him but they think it’s dislocated. Is your wee boy being seen now?” I asked.

“Oh he’s been seen. We’re just waiting on a bed now to become available as he needs to be monitored overnight. He drank a bottle of Olbas Oil!” she said.

“Oh my God!” I replied, “Is he sick now? What are they going to do?”

“No he’s not sick, he had a wee belly ache earlier but has been fine since, just a precaution really. The little monkey! I took it out of the bathroom cabinet earlier as my baby has a cold and I must have forgotten to put it back. I’ll probably have bloody social services at the door tomorrow!” she cried.

“Oh don’t joke”, I said and explained my story to the lady. She listened, put her hand on my hand and said, “I have four more older kids at home love, and if I had a penny for every time I was told that, I’d be a rich woman! They always say that but I’ve yet to see anyone and I could take shares out in the hospital!”

Just then, a doctor appeared. “Jamie Hargan please.”

I wished the lady well and took Jamie into another waiting area next door. The doctor showed us into a private room and closed the door.

“So Jamie, what have you been doing to yourself?” He asked.

I explained the story again, expecting another rollicking or a judgement look. The doctor took his phone out of his pocket and put YouTube on. Jamie immediately looked up and the doctor whipped Jamie’s dummy out of his mouth. In an instant, Jamie took the dummy with his “good” hand and swiped the phone with his injured hand. He sat swiping away at the phone the very best and I sat with my mouth gaping open.

“Okay, well it looks good to me.” The doctor said. “But we’ll send him for an x-ray just to be sure.”

We didn’t have to wait long and Jamie again, sat as good as gold while the nurse did the x-rays and show us back to the doctor’s room. He appeared shortly after and stated that Jamie’s wrist looked absolutely fine, no breaks, no disclocations.

“But I heard and felt it click!” I said. The doctor explained to me that sometimes our bones click and move but it doesn’t necessarily mean anything is wrong and it could have just been sprained. He also reassured me that he sees this kind of thing with kids every day and not to worry. Kids can dislocate their shoulders, elbows and wrists just by tripping or falling holding onto their hand. Nine times out of ten, it’s nothing and they are fine.

I don’t know if it was relief or tiredness or both maybe, but I started to cry. I explained to the doctor what the nurse on the phone had told me and he advised me that by law they have to say that now. It’s up to the report of the doctor if it’s followed up and needless to say I was safe.

Well, thankfully that weekend is over. I never want to experience that ever again, but with kids, I suppose you have to take each day as it comes and try and stay calm.

Or if all else fails, have an emergency bottle of wine and a bag of Doritos in the cupboard!

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