My little girl is used to hospitals, at four years old she has had seven operations and is under three consultants and knows her way around the place. We are somewhat regulars. Tell her to go to x-ray and her wobbly little legs take her there. Tell her she needs orthopedics she knows which corridor to take. Although I must admit costa coffee is her favourite department and one visited after most appointments as a treat!!
Whilst is seems strange and even a little sad – how many four year olds know the hospital that well it is also reassuring. When she was rushed to hospital in an ambulance this week she was wasn’t even fazed, even though mummy wasn’t with her, but driving down the motorway at break neck speeds instead. She was in a familiar place having familiar treatment for her asthma. She has been known to ask for toast when visiting her sister who was waiting for an operation. She knows where the kitchen is you see and normally has the nurses responding to her every need. The fact that she was not the patient didn’t seem to register with Erin.
However she does make me giggle. Coughing and spluttering an awful lot, so much so that her little eyes were watering like a dripping tap and she was holding her throat through the pain, she was taken into a room and put on the monitors. Next she willingly gave up her finger for the SAT’s machine. She showed him her long war wounds for surgery and let him listen to her chest and check her ears. When he had finished and started writing up his notes Erin reminded him that he hadn’t checked her eyes.
Immediately he responded to Erin asking her if she could see. ‘Yes’ she said. He again asked if there was something wrong with her eyes. ‘No’ she said, ‘But you are supposed to shine a torch in my eyes and check’.
This from a four year old!!! The nurse giggled, the doctor was a bit taken aback. I realised I probably have a future hospital worker in our family.
God bless her!