I am very blessed that I have healthy children. We've never had any serious illnesses and aside from ADHD and Hunter's autism, they are all rosy-cheeked most of the time. That said, I'm getting tired of the ER. Over the years we've had LOTS of visits to various hospitals. Some are more stressful than others, for sure. It's funny because we usually go about a year without anything happening, then *bam* we're back in there. In the last two months, we've definitely set a new record. Three ER visits in 64 days. First Sadie, then Adam, now Max.
Saturday night as we were getting ready for a wedding reception, Max came in the house screaming. This didn't concern me much, because he does that often. Usually, it's just a skinned knee or a bump. When I saw the blood on his hand, my concern level raised just a bit. Turns out, he hit his head on the edge of the tramp. He had a small cut. Guy and I went back and forth, do we take him in or not? If it had been anywhere else, (it was in his hair), we probably could've used a butterfly bandage. But, since it wasn't, we took him in. It only took one stitch to pull it together. It wasn't my choice of how to spend a Saturday evening, but it could've been so much worse, so I'm counting my blessings. (No picture, since it's in his hair, there's nothing to see.)
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3 comments:
ahhh, the happenings of the DeMille's and the ER --- hope you're done for a while. and yes, glad it was just a "small cut"
I've been waiting for the token tramp accident. Make sure Mitch and Matt don't go anywhere near it!
Glad it was nothing serious!
I missed this post when you posted it. How'd that happen? Computers, sheesh. Sorry about all the trips to the ER. Not fun.
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