Throwback Thursday is a weekly feature here on Random Thoughts Of A Twenty Something. It is said that a picture can paint a thousand words and I wanted a way of looking back and reflecting on my past whether it be recent or from years gone by. There’s something quite intimate and revealing about sharing photographs from our lives and I’m always intrigued about the story behind the lens.
Last week I shared with you our hopes for the summer after being prompted by our haphazard seaside photograph from last summer. But after sharing our first trimester update from my current pregnancy I have been thinking a lot about health and hospitals. I’m not a massive fan of hospitals especially when it comes to my children.
This weeks image is of my lovely Nevaeh a few weeks before her fourth birthday recovering in the play room an hour after waking up from general anaesthetic after needing to have emergency surgery on her right thumb.
It’s quite a traumatic thing watching your child be wheeled away to have an operation and it was bad enough that I had Nevaeh need to go through that but then my son Elliot has subsequently needing to have an emergency operation himself a few years later and I must admit the concept never does get easier.
With Nevaeh she had accidentally had her thumb trapped in a door way after coming in from the garden before having some food for dinner. It was a simple thing to happen but it had meant that the bone in her thumb was crushed and the nail itself had come away from the nail bed and it bled profusely for hours. Once at our local hospital a&e she had calmed down after the initial tears from pain and panic at home despite obviously being seriously injured and covered in blood whilst at the hospital she didn’t flinch too much when she had an x-ray or one of the many doctors touched her hand. It was advised that a plastic surgeon needed to repair the nail bed via an operation and that her bone in her thumb may heal wonky and that her thumb nail may never grow back. However at this point our hospital had closed it’s childrens ward and the plastics and repair surgery department had also been temporarily closed down too due to funding and lack of staff. We had to take a very hungry and pained 3 year old back home for the night to return to Lister Hospital, which was 25 miles away and a completely unfamiliar hospital, the next morning for her surgery at around 7AM. She had her surgery which was extremely difficult for all parents to bare (myself, her dad and my partner) and when she awoke from her aesthetic I was there ready on the post op ward to comfort her but she just smiled in her sleepy haze. Once on the childrens ward she ate a mammoth meal and wanted to get up and play as soon as she could just like an 3 year old. Not once did she moan about the fact her thumb hurt or that she had to have an operation.
This picture of her reminds me of something that she said as I took the photograph. She said that she was a strong princess who could drive a car really fast and that she now had a magic thumb. She will still refer to it as her magic thumb nearly 4 years later especially as her nail did actually grow back albeit with ridges and misshaped.
I hope that she continues to be strong, brave and resilient and can help me to teach her little sister these fantastic qualities too.
What do you think of my photograph? Don’t forget to check back next Thursday to see what image I have chosen to share with you!