Beautiful Mistake(32)

That didn’t sound like things were going well.

Rachel: What happened?

Caine: I forgot Lizzy had a nut allergy. We’re in the emergency room.





I was pretty surprised that Caine had taken me up on my offer to come give him a hand at the hospital—until I got there. I’d lied and said I was family to get into the back treatment area, and I spotted Caine in a little open-curtained examination area on the other side of the nurse’s station, looking uncharacteristically freaked out. He had what I assumed was the two year old dangling from one hip while she cried at the top of her lungs. The older girl was sprawled out on a stretcher, blowing up a latex glove like a balloon.

As I got closer, I got a better look at the little girl. What the? What the heck was she wearing? It looked like a backwards T-shirt and a strange diaper of some sort.

“Hi,” I said.

Caine was definitely relieved to see me. “Hey. Thanks for coming.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Lizzy is going to be okay. It’s just a rash, luckily. They gave her some Benadryl, and the doc wants to keep an eye on her for a while.”

I smiled at the little girl on his hip, and she quieted her screaming to check me out. “Hi, there. You must be Lizzy.”

I’d assumed the older girl lying in the bed was the patient, but the niece Caine was holding had a rash on her face and neck.

The sweet little girl nodded while her bottom lip quivered. She had a crazy head full of red ringlet curls. I reached out and fingered one. “I love your curls. They remind me of Merida. Do you know who Merida is?”

She nodded.

“I bet you’re brave just like the Disney princess.”

I pushed a long curl that was plastered to her wet cheek back off her face. The bracelets on my wrist jingled and caught her attention.

“You like those?”

She nodded again.

“I’m Rachel—a friend of your Uncle Caine’s. You want to wear one?”

He eyes lit up, and she nodded again, only faster this time.

I slipped two of the bracelets from my wrist and held them out. She smiled and let me put them on her. It was then that I got a closer look at what the poor thing was wearing.

“Ummm…Caine? Why is her diaper duct taped?”

“I couldn’t get the damn thing to stay on.”

I held back my laugh as best as I could. The poised picture of perfection was so out of his element and frazzled.

Extending my arms, I smiled warmly at Lizzy. “Can I hold you? Maybe I can fix your diaper and put your shirt on the right way.”

Caine’s brow furrowed as he looked at his niece. It was obviously news to him that her shirt wasn’t on right. Lizzy was apprehensive, but eventually she leaned toward me, and I took her from her uncle’s arms.

“Do you have a diaper bag?”

“No. I flew out the door so fast, I didn’t even think about diapers.” He looked at his niece’s bare legs. “Or pants, apparently.”

I smiled. “That’s okay. I’m sure the nurse can give us one.”

The other little girl sat up from the stretcher and was looking at me.

Caine did the introduction. “This is Alley. She’s no help getting a diaper to stay on either.”

Lizzy and I visited the nurse’s station, and one of the aides was nice enough to go up to the pediatric unit and get us a few diapers and a small package of wipes. She also grabbed us kid-size pajama pants. After I straightened Lizzy out in the bathroom, I went back to Caine and Alley.

“All fixed.” Lizzy was smiling now. “And I think her rash has started to fade already.”

Caine examined his niece. “You’re right.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “Thank Christ. The last thing my sister needed today was to come home to one of her kids in the hospital. She had thyroid cancer at twenty and had her thyroid removed. Last week she found a swollen lymph node under her arm. Doctor doesn’t think it’s anything, but she’s freaked out anyway. They’re doing a biopsy as a precaution.”

“Wow. I’m sorry to hear that. I hope everything turns out okay.”

Caine nodded. “Thank you.”

A doctor stopped by to check on Lizzy, who was still in my arms. He pulled the curtain along the track on the ceiling and converted the open nook to a private treatment room. “How’s the little princess doing here?”

Caine answered. “It looks like the rash is starting to fade a little.”

“Let’s take a look.” He examined Lizzy’s face, belly, legs, and arms. “The Benadryl is kicking in. Let me just examine her one more time, in maybe a half hour, and then we can send you on your way. She’s going to be getting sleepy from the medicine pretty quick.” Before he walked out of the curtained area, he added, “Or not. Sometimes Benadryl can have the opposite effect on kids.”

Less than an hour later, we were discharged with a handful of papers. I walked Caine to his car and helped him strap the girls into their car seats.

“My sister insisted I take these things in case I had to go somewhere in an emergency. I told her she was nuts, I wasn’t planning on driving anywhere, but she stuck them in my car anyway.”

“Sounds like your sister made the right call.”