We’ve finally arrived as parents… we made out first trip to the ER. Hooray. Ok, maybe that doesn’t deserve a cheer. Nope, no cheering, it sucked.
Long story short, Wave fell off a chair in the backyard and smacked her forhead on a metal handweight below the chair. Blood was squirting a good 18 inches from her forehead. At least this is what I’m told…. See, I was at work when I got this phone call from Jon (with a hysterical kid in the background), “get home, NOW.” Click.
Under other circumstances this phone call might require a bit of explanation before I just pack up and leave work. But the crying in the background was all the explanation I needed.
I drove , FAST. She smelled like blood and was beet red from screaming. Can you imagine applying pressure to a toddler’s forehead, without them screaming? Right. But Jon did, because he knew he had to, for her safety. She stopped crying the second I grabbed her, which made me feel a little better knowing whatever pain she was in could be somewhat minimized if she was in my arms. Jon called her pediatrician to see if we should bring her in there, or the urgent care, or the ER, or just wait it out. But of course, all they hear is ‘head bleeding’ and send us to the ER. Which, frankly, is fine with me because I’d rather know we got her checked out than worry and wonder if her brain is bleeding or something dramatic like that.
The ER check in counter told us to wait in that corner (the kids area) away form everyone else. So we did. 2 hours later a nurse comes over to us and says, “we’ve been looking for you and couldn’t find you.” Oh hell, no she didn’t. We’ve been sitting HERE, RIGHT WHERE YOU TOLD US TO SIT for 2 hours and not once did I see you even peek your head over here. We spent 2 hours dabbing dripping blood from a toddlers head, trying to bribe her to be quite and sit still with hospital vending machine food. At least the machine had pita chips and naked juice. By the way, ERs are like libraries in the sense that if you talk to loud, your kid screams, or you make one weird movement, everyone stares at you like you just committed a flipping felony. Don’t make me dump your filled barf bin over your head. Oh ya, I gotta see a lady barf. Hooray (fake cheer). The day was going so well.
We finally get in a room, let’s just get this over with. It takes 3 of us to hold Wave down while the doctor does her thing, like squirting brown liquid into her gash to clean it out, GROSS! You know it’s never a good thing when a doctor says, ‘oh wow, that’s a lot more blood than I expected.’ Good to know, the kid clots well. The doctor applied some durabond glue stuff to seal her up and then I quickly grab Wave. I think I needed to hold her as much as she needed to be held. She immediatly stopped crying. I breathed a little sigh of relief, again, knowing at least my embrace could calm and soothe her a bit. The poor thing took those deep, sniffly, about-to-break-into-tears-at-any-second-breaths for the next 30 minutes.
We finally left (after almost 4 hours) and just chilled at home. We’ve never watched a kid movie with her before, so we had another first for the day. Rango. She just kept barking at the lizard guy, it was funny. We needed that comic relief. She finally went to bed and I immediately headed toward the freezer.
2 bowls of vanilla ice cream later and I finally felt like the day was done. And it ended on a high note. Oh wait, I forgot, I have dark chocolate sauce in the fridge. Cha ching. After 3 bowls of ice cream, now, NOW the day could conclude.
I originally made the vanilla ice cream to go with my sweet blueberry pie. There is just something so simple and so perfect about pie and ice cream. It’s just GOES! But really, vanilla bean ice cream goes with everything.
Ingredients
- 7 egg yolks
- 3 cups whole milk
- 1 cup heavy cream
- 1 cup sugar
- 2 tsp vanilla bean paste
- 1 tsp vanilla extract
- pinch of salt
- 1 cups sugar (add more to taste)
- 1 cup cocoa powder (the unsweetened kind)
- 1 cup water
- 1/4 tsp salt
- 2 tsp vanilla extract
Instructions
Pour the milk and heavy cream into a bowl. Pour half the bowl into a saucepan and add the sugar and salt. Heat over medium heat (stirring occasionally so the milk doesn’t scald) until it’s almost boiling. Remove from the heat.
In a separate bowl, stir together the egg yolks. Pour some (about 1/4 cup) of the hot milk into the yolks, whisking constantly as you pour. Continue adding the hot milk until it’s all added. Pour the warmed mixture back into the saucepan.
Cook over low heat, stirring constantly (with a wooden spoon or spatula) and scraping the bottom. Cook until the custard thickens enough to coat the spatula.
Pour the custard through a strainer into the bowl with the remaining cold milk mixture. Add the vanilla extract and vanilla bean paste and stir. Cover the bowl with plastic wrap and refrigerate to chill completely (a few hours at least). Can be chilled for an entire day though.
Freeze the custard in your ice cream maker according to the manufacturer’s instructions.
Eat immediately for a softer ice cream, or scoop ice cream into a freezer safe container and freeze for a few hours to let it get firmer.
Can stay in the freezer up to 1 month. But it won’t last that long, promise ;)
To make the dark chocolate sauce:
In a medium saucepan (no heat yet), whisk together sugar and cocoa powder until most of the lumps are gone. Pour in the water and salt and heat over medium, stirring frequently (with a small whisk). Bring it to a boil and cook for about 3 minutes (until it thickens), stirring frequently. Remove from the heat and let it cool for 5 minutes, then add the vanilla extract.
Store in air tight container in the fridge for up to 1 month. The syrup thickens as it chills, just add some water and shake the container if you want to thin it back out.
http://www.fatgirltrappedinaskinnybody.com/2012/06/vanilla-bean-ice-cream-dark-chocolate-sauce/
Oh, and Wave is doing juuuuust fine. She took her first fall and ER trip like a champ, that kid is awesome!












Oh gosh! So sorry to hear about Wave. That makes me SO angry that they couldn’t find you for 2 hours. Did they try calling out your name? Intercom? Geez.
You deserve 3+ bowls of ice cream for that kind of a day. Glad she’s ok :)
I would eat my weight in this after the week you had! Wow.
Every time I am so unfortunate to have an encounter with the healthcare system, it amazes me how you can walk into a store and the sales staff will jump on top of you and be all ‘can I help you,’ and you walk into the ER with an EMERGENCY and you are left to vegetate on a plastic chair like a potted plant. The fact they did that to a child makes their behavior ‘extra special.’ It sounds like a three ice cream bowl night, although I bet you burned it all off with the stress!
Your poor daughter! That’s awful about the ER! Glad that she’s doing better!
This ice cream sounds like just the right thing to calm nerves! Plus, the chocolate sauce. . .amazing!
Ah! So glad she’s okay. Traumatizing for you probably more than her, but yikes. That experience doesn’t sound good at all. :( And seriously…WHY does the ER always make patients wait for 2+ hours? People are obviously there for a good reason, right? Good thing your kitchen was well-equipped with ice cream and chocolate sauce!
That is horrible that you had to sit for so long! I am really surprised because with kids and head injuries they want to get you in as soon as possible. My daughter did something really similar when she was 18 months and we headed right to the ER for some skin super glue:-) I am so glad she is ok. And 3 bowls of ice cream is perfectly normal after a day like that!
Oh my goodness, Julia! My heart just dropped when I first read that paragraph. I’m just so glad she’s okay. Let me know if you need anything – you know I’ll send you some cookies or brownies to go with this awesome vanilla bean ice cream.
How scary! I’m so happy that everything turned out ok. Luckily ice cream helps ease difficult moments. <3
Oh my gosh I teared up a little reading this. Your posts keep doing that to me!!! I can’t imagine getting that phone call from my husband—the thoughts that must have been going through your head as your drove home. Ugh. So glad she is okay. xoxo
I think you deserved that ice cream, that’s for sure. I’m glad Wave is okay and dreading the day that Emmers squirts blood from her forehead.
I’m so sorry you guys had to go through that! :( Kids!! At least she’s okay and seriously they need a better system in ER’s… they’re NEVER on top of things.
A trip to the ER is never fun, so sorry she hit her head. I bet a nice bowl of this made everything better for all of you.
I spent my morning in an ER (apparently I have a kidney infection! fun.) and, uh, yeah I needed ice cream as well. I can’t imagine if it was my kid instead of me. I’d need ice cream and some kind of narcotic. I’m so glad she’s okay!
Oh my gosh, that’s terrible!!!! I’m sorry! Is ice cream good for kidneys? probably, you should have some, a lot of some.
Sorry about the ER! Fortunately(or not?!my poor head) I don’t have memories of my experiences there.
Oh, wow, I looked at this and had instant childhood flashbacks because my dad always kept a jar of homemade chocolate sauce in the fridge. Pretty much every night we had ice cream with the chocolate sauce and I could taste it just looking at your picture and sure enough I looked at my copy of my dad’s recipe and it’s almost exactly the same as yours! Equal parts cocoa and sugar make magic.
What a day! I’m so sorry you had to go through that… I’m glad your little one is ok! Ice cream is the only acceptable ending to a day like that. LOVE vanilla bean. :)
Oh poor Wave and poor you! Same story here except 22 years ago, when they tie the 3-yr-old who has been promised “no shots” to the papoose board and give him 6 novocaine shots, then put in 7 stitches. Daddy passed out on the floor… We’ve come a long way in medical arts, haven’t we? And we had ice cream too, sure wish it had been like yours!
oh boy, what a tough thing for someone her age to have to go through. Glad to hear she’s all better. Ice cream and chocolate definitely have a way of fixing anything.