Two weeks ago, we helped a friend and went to the ER to pick up her kid while she dropped off her mom. My kids were fascinated with the Pediatric ER waiting room and wanted to play. "Maybe another time," was my only cop out reply.
Really, Another time? Am I really going to let my kids come back and play in the ER waiting room?
I didn't think so...until...
2 days later we were at Old Navy, and Carter tripped on a rack, hittin his head on the corner of a shelf. OUCH! I was SO lucky to be shopping with a friend that day...I grabbed Carter, ran to the front of the store to try to stop the bleeding and Marianne just automatically took over with my other kids. Off we left to the ER, while Addison and Alana hopped in her van and stayed at her house (one of their favorite places, anyways).
He had a 3 inch gash that needed 3 staples. Brave guy! I must admit, I feel like a bubble of invincibility has been popped for me, though, as a finally experienced that not all falls can be healed with a kiss and a hug.
And of course, every trip to the hospital deserves a treat, so we stopped by the candy store for him to pick out a few things. He sweetly picked things that he knew his sibling will like (and then actually DID follow through and share). Of course in retrospect, a picture in the store would have been better than by the car.
So wouldn't you know, I was true to my word and we went back to the Ped ER so that he could play. It's a good spin.
PS. Lest you be confused by all the smiles -- these pics were all taken 10 days after the accident, when we went to get the staples
removed. That first visit was NOT a picture day.
One of my favorite things: Though the circumstances weren't so hot, it was nice to be just with Carter these few times. I told him so as we were walking in the second time. It went like this:
Me: You know, Carter, this is fun just being with you. It's like being on a date, just the two of us.
Carter: Yeah! Maybe we can do it more often...but how about next time we don't come back to the hospital.