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Of course you should never compare your children but if I were to, I’d tell you that Bethany was a delicate, mellow little toddler whereas Dorothy, aged now 16 months, is like a bull in a china shop.

My youngest daughter is a wild thing.

She stomps around the World like she’s invincible and is always dotted with bruises and bumps – souvenirs from her daily adventures! Unfortunately the more mobile Dorothy becomes, the broader the scope for injury!

This one was a cracker.

After she ran into the corner of a coffee shop table, vomited and then became silent, the waitress extended to us, the very best in classic first aid – a wet paper towel.

I know from my school year’s that there are very few ailments that cannot be cured by a dinner lady with a wet paper towel! 🙂

‘Miss I’ve cut my finger.’ ‘Put a wet paper towel on it.’

‘Miss I’ve got a headache.’ ‘Put a wet paper towel on it.’

‘Miss I think I’ve broken my leg!’ ‘Put a wet paper towel on it.’

Sadly I think that modern paper towels must be manufactured differently, because they just don’t seem to have the same effect as they used to.

I’m sure it goes without saying that I took Dottie straight to hospital. Even without formal First Aid training, I know better than to mess around with young children and head injuries. And it was the right call. Dottie had a mild concussion and was kept under observation for a few hours before being allowed to come home for some serious molly coddling.

It really got me thinking about whether I’d know what to do in other kinds of emergency/injury situations? People expect me to. I’ve been a parent my entire adult life and managed to keep Beth alive and (relatively) uninjured for fourteen years. So when something happens to a child at the park, baby sensory, play group, places dominated largely by first time mothers, everyone looks at me like I’m some kind of expert. And expert I am not! I can barely look after myself half of the time.

When I was personally victimised by an avocado, I resorted to calling 111 for advice. As my hand had been bleeding for over 20 minutes, they wanted to send an ambulance. AN AMBULANCE! Of course I didn’t accept it and instead got a lift to the hospital to begin my seven hour wait for some stitches and a Tetanus.

This is how it looked three days later – I won’t traumatise you with the more gory pictures!

Before I set off I’d fielded lots of advice from other people. Here are just a few suggestions:

– Put surgical spirit on it
-Do nothing and stop being soft
– Savlon and a plaster should do the trick
-Just pop a couple of stitches in yourself

And my personal favourite – Vodka.
EEEeekkkk! So it turns out that most people don’t know what to do when someone’s injured! Happily I’m now better informed after taking part in a ‘Mini First Aid’ course at my friend Sally’s house.

While a ‘Mini First Aid’ course won’t make you an expert, it might just give you enough knowledge and confidence to help when it really matters. The course focuses on the treatment of children from infancy, all the way up to adolescence and deals with some of the main dangers for little ones.

Unlike conventional courses, ‘Mini First Aid’ come to you. So over a cuppa and a few nibbles and in the comfort of Sally’s living room, Mini First Aid’s representative, Paula showed us how to manage bleeding, perform CPR and even rescue a child from choking. We learned about temperature control, seisures and what a properly stocked First Aid Kit looks like. It turns out that it’s very different to the tub of random plasters and paracetamol that we have in my house!

Because we were amongst friends, there was little pressure and no question seemed silly. In fact silliness is allowed. It might sound odd but we had lots of fun while learning the essentials and I truly believe that made me feel less nervous about potentially implementing my new knowledge. The techniques were explained in a way that was easy to understand and there was plenty of equipment to allow us to practice.

I’d thoroughly recommend ‘Mini First Aid’ who have branches all over the country. The course takes two hours (a little longer of you’re as chatty as we were) and costs just £20 per person. You can find out more here.

Right I’m off to see what destruction the little one has managed while I’ve been typing this!

Love Rachel


*I attended the course free of charge for the purposes of a review but all opinions are honest*

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