My first instinct when tvååringen jumps from the couch straight into a sharp edge of the table with the pan first is to escape. To leave the room. Even semesterön in the Croatian archipelago to which we then find ourselves on. Do not want to see blood, do not want to manage the disaster. Want to cry on my own mother.
But it is not, and in step two I’m still okay, albeit terrified. I agree though, I’m looking ice, I press the bandage against the bleeding. I scream a part of my husband, but he is not the damaged, so it is acceptable.
I have also seen to have with me a friend from Bosnia who can call for an ambulance and communicate with the paramedics and akutklinik. It is fortunate, because everyone started to argue that you can’t let anyone sew many stitches in the forehead on a girl. A girl obviously need a plastic surgeon. ”It is only on the mainland, thank you and goodbye.”
In the future we go never on vacation somewhere that is not on a maximum of a quarter of a distance from a teaching hospital.
Such, I can deal. I plead and nag and begs until the counterparty provides. Can persuade anybody. ”She can have bangs if the scar bothers her. Rather a scar than that she continues to bleed profusely from a huge jack in the forehead. I TAKE ON MYSELF THE RESPONSIBILITY, RETRIEVE THE NEEDLE AND THREAD!”
To the end of giving all the opponents with them and sent an old kirurglegendar in the Croatian island-the world, as everyday draws around in the helicopter and celebrates the down itself on the rocks, for example, to fix bone as the climbers lost in the adventurous excursions. (Learned this thanks to the bosnian friend, who googled his name.) Kirurglegendaren sew together my little kid and everything went well, but in the future we go never on vacation somewhere that is not on a maximum of a quarter of a distance from a teaching hospital.
Holiday in the Croatian archipelago was not what Emma Bouvin and her family had in mind. Photo: Paul Brown/REX/TT
the love of two small people who have absolutely no fundamental risk.
My oldest child was only 1.5 when he ran down a hill, straight into a fence and broke his nose. Such an incredibly strange thing to go for.
Him, I have, in addition to the time, have download THREE times from the pre-school that he struck up a jack in the back of the head. Once he managed to fall right back between the slats on a bench – which is a little funny in all its olustighet because he made the exact maneuver together with me once before. Time with me fell he down on a lawn, so I didn’t think there was any danger. Until I lifted him up and saw that his entire blondlockiga head was colored blood-red. He had fallen straight on the lawn only, pointed stone, and I just wanted to zap myself back to a time when I was a child – and worry-free.
in Addition to the children constantly test my preparedness, their arrival brought a new and strong fear that I myself shall die. Die and make them orphaned.
at any time. No one expects to be the one who gets run over on a street in a quiet residential area, but someone will have to be the one who gets it, can the brain have to think.
however, I’m rarely worried about my husband, but it is because he is constantly updating the ever-ongoing the live ticker on their lives via text message: ”Take a beer.” ”Waiting on bill.” ”Goes against the metro.” ”Signal failure, stuck in the tunnel.”
The mould is very visible, but would he stop with it, I would presume that he has been murdered, so that he may, unfortunately, never do.
My gut feeling for when it is really urgent often have the right.
When my daughter was a baby stopped her heart, as a result of a congenital, undetected hiatal hernia. The event has probably made me extra anxious. But since my concern was the thing that got me to go to the barnakuten just before hjärtstoppet occurred, it has also, paradoxically, made me more confident – my gut feeling for when it is really urgent often have the right.
the heart-stopping fear I felt then has given me insight about how fortunate I am that got to keep her. In no way is it of benefit to have so much to live for fear of the opposite lurks the constant.
”Freedom is only a word for nothing to lose” and whatever it is it wont stand on kylskåpsmagneterna.
Read more articles by Emma Bouvin, for example, ”One night you wake your child vomit in your bed – for the last time”
