All kids love swing. My daughter is no exception. In our yard there is a small playground, no more than 12 sq. M. It fits a sandbox, swings, dug-out tires, a table and a bench. Since this is the only playground in the yard, there are always a lot of people there. This and kids in strollers, and preschoolers, and mom and dad.
While the eldest daughter is running with her friends at the site, I and the youngest are sitting on a bench near the porch or walking back and forth in the yard. I do not want the younger daughter to breathe dust from the sandbox, and the gossip of local moms who sit on the platform almost around the clock with beer cans does not appeal to me.
From early childhood, I explain to my daughter that you need to play carefully around the swing, otherwise there is a great risk of getting injured on level ground. My daughter nodded her head knowingly, but … children are children.
Last week, my daughter, as usual, played on the court with her friends, Romana and Masha. She really wanted to show the girls a new toy phone. Masha wanted to see the phone closer, Tanya did not want to share the toy. Tanya stepped aside, Masha ran after her. Romana was swinging a swing at this time. A couple of seconds – and my girl falls under the swing from hitting the bridge of the nose.
I blame myself for not following the baby. I was in the courtyard, but, by coincidence, I was engaged in a fascinating conversation with my childhood friend. The conversation was interrupted by shrill crying daughter. Immediately I did not understand what was the matter. There were no tracks from the blow, and it was only from the words of the girlfriend Romana that I realized that the blow was strong.
We came running home. I laid my daughter on the sofa and began to apply cold water to the bridge of my nose. Frozen butter turned out to be the way. The nose swelled in front of his eyes. My daughter was frightened and wept not only from pain, but also from the fear that the nose could be broken.
I was also frightened, because, feeling the bridge of the nose, I noticed an asymmetry (a small knob) on the left side. Here a husband came from work. Loving calling me hysterical :), he took his daughter to the emergency room. As it turned out, we have no fracture (thank God), a typical bruise. For a week, my daughter was shy of a swollen blue nose, which we regularly smeared with Troxevasin, so that the bruise would come off faster.
Now I’m not letting my daughter close to the swings. For walks, we decided to choose a safer place. And from the neighbors heard that these swings decided to remove altogether.
Finally, I would like to wish you and your children fun and safe walks!