Parental Rite of Passage
Tonight, for the very first time, I took one of my kids to the emergency room. I don't think Mr. Bug has ever believed me when I've told him that someone could get hurt when he throws things. I think he believes me now.
It was a rock. And it met up with Ms. Boo's head.
She needed 4 stitches. And she is doing fine. She wasn't in much pain after the initial swelling seemed to subside. And she acted completely normal for the 3 1/2 hours that we waited to see the doctor. She colored, played with some toys from the closet in the hall (which was well-stocked, being that this was a children's hospital,) played connect 4 with me, and chatted. The admitting nurse gave her some stickers, one of which depicted a little girl, that looked kinda like Boo, listening to some headphones. In big, bold letters next to the girl was the word "ROCK." We got a chuckle out of that.
The doctor was able to use topical anesthesia, so she didn't need to get a shot. Once she got used to the idea of someone sewing her head, she laid there just fine and it was over lickety split.
They gave her a popsicle before she went home, and now she is sleeping with her little Tazmanian Devil bandaid covering her wound. Could it get any better?
It was a rock. And it met up with Ms. Boo's head.
She needed 4 stitches. And she is doing fine. She wasn't in much pain after the initial swelling seemed to subside. And she acted completely normal for the 3 1/2 hours that we waited to see the doctor. She colored, played with some toys from the closet in the hall (which was well-stocked, being that this was a children's hospital,) played connect 4 with me, and chatted. The admitting nurse gave her some stickers, one of which depicted a little girl, that looked kinda like Boo, listening to some headphones. In big, bold letters next to the girl was the word "ROCK." We got a chuckle out of that.
The doctor was able to use topical anesthesia, so she didn't need to get a shot. Once she got used to the idea of someone sewing her head, she laid there just fine and it was over lickety split.
They gave her a popsicle before she went home, and now she is sleeping with her little Tazmanian Devil bandaid covering her wound. Could it get any better?
Labels: Muddlehood
posted by 
at 11:00 PM
3 Comments:
Ah, the wonderful world of emergency waiting rooms. I was fortunate enough to enter that realm when my 11 month old (now almost 6) was toddling and fell into the corner wall of our home. She got 8 stitches. And much like your daughter played and hung out while we sat in the waiting room. Kids are great. That was only the first. We've had several visits since.
Hopefully this will be the last, however...with a little boy, hmmm.
glad everyone is ok!
maureen
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