Well, we made it 2 years and 7 months before we made our first trip to the ER. Last night after we put them in bed the girls threw a fit about going to sleep. At some point, Kylie must have thrown herself down and landed on the side of the toy chest, or the bed. We don’t really know. All we do know is that they soon calmed down, and when we went in to check on them before we went to bed Kylie’s hair was stuck to the side of her face. Russell took her into the bathroom to see what it was and clean her up. We quickly realized her cut was enough to warrant a trip to the doctor.
And we were right. After a few minutes of waiting to be processed (and lots of worrying from mom about all the germs we were exposed to in the waiting room…) we were the last people of the night to be sent to the Fast Track ER. The guy who helped arrange for us to go back (a few minutes after the had closed) got into a little bit of trouble for it since we weren’t as easy as he led them to believe. But everyone was great and they all stayed late to help Kylie out. The doctor told me she would need stitches, and that she would cry, scream, need to be held down and possibly sedated. He asked if I thought I could handle being in the room for that. Of course I would stay with my Bear, no matter how hard it was! We had 1/2 hour to wait for her numbing cream to work on her face, so her and I just talked about what was about to happen. I told her he was going to sew her face like Mommy sews. She seemed o.k. with the idea.
When it finally came time to go to work they brought in a flat bed (gurney?) with extra blankets on it. They started to wrap her arms down tight and I told her we were swaddling her just like baby Wyatt. And then they started. They shot some liquid into her wound. It had some pain killers and cleaning stuff I guess. At this point I had one arm on her body and one hand holding the paper (with the little whole for the doctor to work) on her face. I tilted it so we could have eye contact. There were 3 nurses there to hold her down if the need arose. One nurse stood behind her with her hands around her face, but she never needed to hold her down. Kylie never cried at all. She never tried to squirm away. She laid there and listened to me recite a book to her. Then she even started talking to me and the doctor while he was working. It was incredible how brave she was. They said she did better than most adults do! It was over within a few minutes and after they brought her a brand new stuffed turtle we were quickly on our way. They also gave her a double popsicle, but she hadn’t even licked the one they gave us at check in, and it was after midnight so I just put it in a cup to put it in our freezer for later today. She had wanted to share it with Lissie.
Mommy and Kylie when we first got back to our “room” She is playing with my change purse.
Right after her stitches… no tears!
In the car about to go home with her new turtle. Even a little bit of a smile!
Changing her band-aid this morning. The wound.
Needless to say I could not be more proud of her. And she loves her new turtle and her special hospital bracelet. I told her she could wear it as long as she wanted to.