There are many types of screams. The one I hear most often is the my-sibling-is-bugging-me-Mo-om. There is the frustrated-scream, which is usually high pitched and annoys me as early as 10 am which prompts a no-more-talking-for-the-rest-of-the-day-rule. But on Saturday it was a we-are-going-to-the-hospital-scream. I was in the shower when I heard Caskey yell, "Leslie come here". So, here I came, dripping wet and left the water running in the shower. One look and I new it was time to go to the ER. Connor and Lainy Ann were so helpful in gathering things for the diaper bag, cleaning the water off the floor, and cleaning up the front yard as we got ready at a break-neck speed. No shower for me though.
Then I started the phone calls. I wanted someone to watch Lainy Ann and Connor so they wouldn't have to wait with us at the ER. Unfortunately my most frequently used babysitters were out of town. So I started on the 2nd tier. The ones who will help, but I hate to intrude on their family life. Score! I found someone who wasn't doing something on a Saturday night. And the bonus, she is on the way to the hospital.
We recount the story to the ER folks. William had his helmet on and ready to go outside to ride his scooter. He tripped on the front rug as he was heading out the door and landed on our shoe rack/shelf. The kicker? Its the same shoe shelf that got him in the temple nearly 18 months ago and prompted his first set of stitches. *sigh*
The 2 little boys had fun running around the ER while we waited. My biggest ER tip: bring favorite toys and lots of snacks and bribes. I feel like an old pro now and was able to advocate for wrapping him in a sheet instead of strapping him down to a stretcher. The Lidocaine was the worst part, as it always is. But William held very still while he got his three stitches. Four hours later we headed home, just a tad late for bed.