Everyone knows that little boys run into things. Little boys fall. Little boys are rambunctious. Stitches are not the end of the world.
But, it sure feels like that.
You feel like screaming to the fat nurse- I don't care if that lady fainted - this HERE is a little boy! A little baby boy who wants me to carry him into the emergency room. (he is quite heavy now)
What I learned at the emergency room:
1) It is best to look as sick as possible - keep the bloody cloth on head at all times. If you can moan - do it.
2) I now need to know ALL of the words to "There's a hole in the bucket..." as my bucket remains hole ridden and little boy didn't know what a hatchet was anyway.
3) It's best not to look at the hole in a child's head and say WOW you're gonna need some stiches. This scares them. This may even make them cry.
4) Praise the MBJ for the minivan. I had within arms reach (change of clothes, juice box, jello, a stuffed teady bear for cuddling and a story book about space).
5) The blackberry has an awesome video game on it that doesn't suck.
6) ER and House DO provide a lot of information and perhaps we could all go to med school after all.
7) Life is a roller coaster - hold on tight.
About Me
- Valerie
- I am a mother of two (one of each), I sell advertising for television (admit you watch it) and I love it.
3 comments:
Um, I'll be stealing this post for my book of hospital poems. I'll give you credit--perhaps in an epigraph???
What a great post. Can't wait to see it in niks book. I'm glad you survived. However proud I am of both of you and your excellent descriptions, perhaps we could stay out of the hospitals...
Yikes. I want and don't want to know the details. I know just such a trip is in my future, but I'm putting it off as long as possible.
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