I was at the hospital in another town with my mom yesterday. She was getting some tests. I was sitting in the waiting room and I saw a little girl (no more than 11 years old) walked in. She was clearly in a lot of pain. It made me remember the many times I was in the hospital for various reasons. I was a bit of a klutz. I also was born with some ankle and leg problems. But I was reminded of the one time I was actually in the hospital overnight.
I was 12 years old. My town had just opened a new family pool. Mom, me and my brother had a swim pass. We didn't like the regular shower rooms so we went into the family room to rinse off before going into the pool area. I thought I would be helpful by shutting off the lights as we went out the door. The light switch was right next to an outlet (it shared the same cover). I went to shut off the light and I suddenly felt a ZSTING! It didn't really hurt, but it make scare me a lot. The strange feeling very quickly numbed my arm, hurt my chest and radiated throughout my whole body.
I ran out of the room screaming and crying. Someone called the paramedics. I had to lay on a hard orange board until the ambulance arrived. Later, I was told that my heart had stopped a few times and I was unresponsive. I don't remember much after that. The next thing I remember was getting some kind of x-ray. I had been immobilized on that hard board for several hours. I started to get very sore and restless. When they finally let me off the board I could barely move.
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They did a bunch of other tests and they gave me an IV (which took 16 tries to find a vain). Then they said I had to stay there overnight so they could monitor my vitals. My mom had to leave the hospital at 11 pm because she needed to take care of my younger brother who was nine at the time. But I was asleep by then. Not only was I totally exhausted, but they let me watch my mom play the Nintendo 64 Mario till I fell asleep (my brother and I love to watch Mom play video games, she's the master at Mario).
The hospital woke me up every two hours for blood work and tests. They connected breathing tubes to my nose. They gave me an IV, a special bracelet and something to monitor my blood pressure and pulse. All-in-all it was an experience. I wouldn't say I hated it, but it was pretty scary.
When I saw this little girl, I said a prayer for her. But I wanted to do more than that. I wanted to give her a card I had drawn and a toy I recently finished making called "Design A Room." First, I asked a nurse if maybe she could find the girl and give her these things. I didn't have a name or anything, so I was really hoping they would know who I was talking about. Here comes the CREEPY part. As I was walking down the hall to meet my mom, the girl and her mother walked past. I was pretty awkward when I said to her (someone I didn't know) "There you are I made something for your daughter because I know how scary it is to be a kid in the hospital." The look on her face was complete confusion. I probably should have been a little less 'creepy,' but social skills are not my strong suit. Seeing that little girl in so much pain made feel for her. I hope that she can make a full recovery.
If you are that mom, or family member; please forgive me for freaking you out. I didn't mean to do that.
*If you had to take your child to the hospital, what was that like for you? I'd like to know a parent's take on children in the hospital.*
I was a nanny for over ten years. Now, I make homemade toys and write full time. Occasionally, I work at my local schools and provide back- up child care for some parents I used to work for and for my church's nursery. I am multi-talented and loves to paint, draw, crochet, write and sew.