And yet our second ER visit in two days.
The night after I fell and broke my kneecap, I was downstairs working at my desk and talking on the phone with a business associate. Beloved was working in his office, and I could hear the merriment of the bug and the bear playing contentedly with one another upstairs.
Then I heard crying.
I didn't immediately jump up as when you live in a house with a 2 year old and a 4 year old, there is often some sort of crying that typically doesn't require parental intervention.
Then I heard the lil' munchkin holler Mommy.
I continued with my phone call and then she hollered something that made me immediately end my phone call, jump up (well, as fast as someone with a broken knee can "jump up"), and hobble up the stairs as fast as I could with one good knee.
"Mommy, there's blood!"
My heart raced when I made it up a flight and a half of stairs to see my Bear sitting on the landing with blood rushing down his face. I scooped him, made it up the rest of the stairs and stumbled to the bathroom. I set him on my lap and grabbed a washcloth. I knew immediately by looking at the gash with a hole in the center that this would require a trip to the emergency room.
My beloved was on a deadline, so I told him I was fine to take him and my mom would meet me up there.
We loaded both kids in the car and I dragged the dreaded "straight leg" into the van.
I made it to the ER and my Mom soon followed. We waited for a while in the waiting room and then we were taken to an exam room where we waited longer. Once the doctor came in to look at it, he informed us that they would be able to use dermabond (basically superglue) to seal the wound and we would not have to fight with stitches. Another 30 minutes later and the wound was sealed as Bear continued to scream, "take it off." Yet another 30 minutes, we were finally discharged and the four of us made it outside to head back to our homes.
By the next evening, Bear had most of the dermabond picked off and the wound was reopened. Not much we could do for it at this point, but we gave it a valiant effort for him to not have a scar on his head.
I've had my share of emergency rooms for a while.
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Hi, again........I haven't been looking in on VOX lately because so much has been going on. In fact, there are times when I haven't even looked at the computer. You can imagine how surprised and distressed I was to find that you and Bear are having such a rough time of it. You didn't say how Bear got his "boo boo." It never ceases to amaze me that little people actually do make it to adulthood! After finding that everything was a-OK I had to chuckle to myself about your "there's never a dull moment" comment. Puff, our Persian, get's into everything so whenever there is an unusual noise or crash somewhere in the house it is usually her so I call her name and she always answers me. It's like she is saying, "it's me.....and I'm sorry again." She is too cute for me to get really mad at her and she knows it. Hug Bear (and yourself) for me. Love to all, Joanie
That's what I get for trying to post so long after it happened :) he fell and hit his head on the stair railing - it's rounded off somewhat, but he hit it hard enough to gash about a half inch and then it had a little hole from the point in the middle of the gash. It's been a crazy time, but here's hoping to some boredom for a while :)