Baby child during a meltdown yesterday hurt himself. He came down stairs with blood dripping though his hand saying it’s okay. With him, when he says that, it’s not. A visit to one hospital yesterday & another one this morning. He’s fasted from midnight. His appointment with the plastic surgeon is at 7am. I’m sitting quietly in the dark worrying. I’m a Mum who doesn’t get involved with hospital visits for my kids. I never go. That maybe sounds strange but I never have. It’s an unwritten law that my kids are returned to me in good condition. We all react differently & I go to mad Mum. It’s every ones fault. I want my child fixed without delay & when it doesn’t happen I stamp my feet. Baby child has no idea of the severity of the damage he,s done to his hand & I’m crossing everything that he can get through it without ever finding out.