Trip to the E.R.

Well, it's official.  All 4 of my kids have now had their own visit to the E.R.  That being said, I am thankful that NONE of them have been anything scary.  I've had many more scary things happen at home that I ultimately decided they would be okay.

Mackenzie went once for throwing up so horribly.  Kaitlyn went this summer on her birthday for throwing up and such bad headache - she too just needed some stronger medication.  Ashley's toe this summer swelled up like a balloon one Saturday night from an apparent infection. So all 3 were weekend visits - otherwise we would have just gone to the pedi.

But last week I was minding my own business, the kids were even behaving just fine, and I was just about to go start making dinner when Reagan started screaming.  The usual "I just got hurt really bad" scream. But still not TOO alarming.  Sure enough she had a bloody eyebrow.

Apparently she walked into the counter.  That's it. But it did seem to be split open.  I went back and forth on whether I should take her in.  I ultimately was worried that it WOULD need stitches and then I did nothing about it and she has a funky eyebrow the rest of her life. We can't have that! One day she will be a grown woman and hold it against me that I didn't get her eyebrow fixed and now she looks like one-eyed Willie!  (For you Goonies fans out there!)

So...thank goodness my mom lives close by.  If I would have had to take all 4 kids with me to the E.R. I might have made a different decision. 

But off we went.

She was a model-patient. (Her main concern was that they just don't put "holes in her legs," also known as shots which she had not too long ago.)  In fact, by the time we left she wasn't even crying anymore so it made taking her really easy.  I suppose that explains why I was able to get so many pictures.

The numbing process...

A clown gown and some gloves of her own....

She got wrapped up like a taco!  (I couldn't believe how much that reminded me of taking her home from the hospital!  There's my baby, only BIGGER!)

After much deliberation on the doctor's part and a determined "difficult" cut to mend, they went with some glue.  Glad we went to the real E.R. and not the clinic - apparently this would have been really easy to botch according to the doctor.  And glad we got a good doctor who cared.

The finale....tah dah!

All went okay.  I laughed - I told my mom when it was over that going to the E.R. with her for 2 1/2 hours was easier than just the normal evening at home cooking dinner and all the normal routine.