Quadtriple zero

Come Friday Morning and Luke and I went for our routine walk to the coffee shop. Upon arrival a lady came and wrapped my arms around me. At first I didn't recognise her, but then I realised it was a colourful, life-filled version of the lady I called the ambulance for 2 days earlier. It was lovely. We sat down and had coffee together and compared hospital stories. 

Yes, hospital stories.

See the day after all this happened, somebody was calling triple zero for me.

Now, don't worry. I'm okay. And so is Luke. I'm going to spare the details, because really it's not important. But my brave little boy spent 2 days (not overnight) at 2 different hospitals, fasting for way too long, charming all of the nurses with his resilient little nature and leaving finally with stitches in his left arm.

Welcome to the wonderful world of raising a boy.

Despite the circumstances, he looked darn gorgeous in a hospital gown.

The staff at Dandenong Hospital - you were lovely. I wanted to marry all of you. And if I were actually going there for Valentines Day I would have given you all a kiss on the cheek and a red heart shaped Chocolate.

The paramedics - you were so professional, too. And it turns out that day I found out a friend actually works as an ambo. We actually enjoyed our ride in the ambulance. 

We're at home now. Luke is doing well, has worked out how to crawl despite having what looks like a baseball bat. It's actually promoting him to stand by himself and take those first actions towards walking. The after affects of anaesthetic have been amusing, I'm not sure for Luke or us more with his hysteric laughing. 

He has surprised us with how resilient he is. He seems unfazed by not seeing his fingers. We expected things to be rocky, but he has been sleeping well, eating well, and almost, well, normal. His resilience has been our strength, and I think sometimes he has done better than us at coping with the tiresome ordeal.

On the mend

I bought a ten pack of coloured socks to cover his bandage with - he thinks it's great for teething. I'm enjoying colour matching his outfit with a pretty sock every day.

Hopefully by next week the bandage will be gone, as will the stitches and life can return to some kind of normality. And I can wear the coloured socks.