Dreadful Sunday

The girls woke up yesterday morning to find that their papa was already out of the house. Yiu Yiu was a bit upset as she didn’t know where her papa was. Just then, my mobile phone rang and it was papa at the other end. Turned out, he went for a morning walk at Bukit Kiara with his buddies, and he was having breakfast. He called to ask what we would like so he could tapau breakfast home for us. When Yiu Yiu found out that papa went for his morning walk without her (sometimes he’d bring her along), she got even more upset and started getting emotional and cried. At the same time, Yan Yan, naughty as she always is, tried to snatch the phone away from her. Amidst the commotion, papa hung up.

Yiu Yiu got even more upset and when I called again, his line was engaged as he was also trying to call back. When we finally got papa back on the line, I told her to go to her room and speak to him, so that she won’t be disturbed by Yan Yan; I also distracted Yan Yan by nursing her. I don’t know exactly what happened but I suppose papa hung up again as he probably thought no one was at the other end of the phone. She came back into the room, crying even harder, and spoke rudely. My patience was running a little thin and instead of consoling her, I spoke harshly to her.

She left the room in a huff, and I let her be, and when she returned to the room, still in her fit of anger, she accidentally walked into the corner of the dressing table partition. I wasn’t wearing my spectacles, and I thought it was just a minor knock, until I heard her frantic cries and screams of “Mummy, mummy, got blood coming out!”.

Bloodstains on her face, floor, arm hand and arm

She suffered a deep gash just above the right eyebrow, and blood was oozing out from the wound. I quickly took some tissues to stop the bleeding, carried and consoled her. I cleaned her up after she calmed down, and by the time papa reached home, she was back to her normal self, and even managed to finish her nasi lemak breakfast.

We took her to a paediatrician but he advised us to go to the hospital, as he said the laceration was deep and jagged, and it would be better for a surgeon, or better still a plastic surgeon to perform the stitching, so that the wound would not leave an obvious scar. After making some calls, we ended up in the hospital just before noon. Yiu Yiu was examined in the Casualty, before the plastic surgeon on call arrived and did the stitching.

At the A&E waiting for her turn (L); doing homework in the ward while waiting for the surgeon to arrive (R)

She was strapped up to prevent her from wriggling and that must have terrified her coz she started crying even before anything was done. And when the local anesthetic was injected, it must have hurt a lot as she screamed in pain. She continued sobbing when the stitching was done, but I think it was more out of fear than pain.

The rather appetising hospital dinner

Savouring her dinner after the procedure

We had to admit her for a night, but took home leave and by the time we left, it was already 7pm. Hubby went back to the hospital to settle the discharge procedure this morning, and the bill totaled RM 2187. Thank goodness we had insurance!

The very obvious stitched up wound on her forehead. Hope it'll heal nicely and the scar won't be too obvious.