Today started quite ordinarily.  I had today off work to look after my two girls and my friend brought over her two kids, a girl and a boy, to play for the day (we do swaps of our kids in the holidays).  Most of the day went really well.  After lunch we went to the park just outside our back gate - all good.  Came back home. Went inside with BF for a minute and the kids were all outside playing on the deck.   Then I hear the girls calling for me and I go out - expecting to break up a fight.

Instead, I see my friend's little boy sitting on the deck, crying, with blood pouring down his face.  I called to BF and he comes out and gets some paper towels to stem the blood flow, then calls the ambulance.  Then we tried to get hold of my friend - she wasn't answering her work number or her mobile so I was asking BF to call the number of anyone I knew who worked nearby.  Finally got hold of her and said we'd meet her at the hospital.  The ambulance arrived and had a look and agreed it would be a trip to the hospital - there was a huge chunk out of his forehead (I swore I could see his skull) as well as some superficial grazes near the side of his eye. 

I got in the ambulance and so did his sister.  I left my two girls at home with BF (I was so glad he had today off work!!).  When we got to the hospital, his mum was waiting for us - and I've got to admit I was glad to hand over the reins to her.  She asked her daughter to wait with me in the waiting room.  Her daughter was so reluctant to do so, but eventually agreed to come with me to call her dad as long as we went back to her brother after.  We did exactly that, but by the time we went back, he'd been moved elsewhere.  As we didn't know where, I took her back into the waiting room.   Poor little thing, she was getting so distressed at being away from her brother.  Eventually her dad arrived, but even that didn't help.  She just wanted to be with her brother.

Not long after, BF and my girls arrived and took me home.  Later tonight I heard from his mother.  He's chirpy and happy now - and when his sister got to see him, she was a lot better too.  He had a number of stitches - and in a zig zag shape so his dad dubbed him as having a "Harry Potter scar".  But no sign of concussion or other issues, though they'll be keeping an eye on him.  Apparently once he was stitched up, he wanted to come back to my place to play!  So at least he doesn't seem traumatised in that way.

My girls aren't quite as lucky.  My eldest has had trouble going to sleep tonight cause she said she keeps seeing him falling and all the blood when she closes her eyes.  I've had her listening to CDs so I'm hoping that will distract her enough to go to sleep.   My youngest hasn't said anything directly to me about it, but has been difficult to get her to stay in bed tonight. 

As for me, I've been feeling pretty shaky to say the least.  I keep discovering blood on various articles (such as on the sleeve of my shirt) that I hadn't noticed before.  BF has been helping out tonight which I've been very grateful for.  I hope I sleep well tonight.  I'm going to need it.

I just realised after the girls were already settled in bed that today is their dad's 30th birthday.  I had meant to get them to give him a phone call, but with all the other trauma, I completely forgot about it.  I hope he doesn't mind too much.  Hopefully he'll be having too much fun and it will have slipped his mind that we didn't call.