Andrew and I had tickets last night to go see Blues Traveler and Big Head Todd at the Paul Mason winery up in the mountains nearby. Great music that was sure to bring back college memories, good wine, and a beautiful warm evening in the mountains - what could be better? We had been waiting for this night for months!! My niece Hilary was coming over to babysit and the kids were super excited.
But alas, 5 minutes before Hilary arrived Matthew dives for a ball in the family room and hits his head (hard) on the coffee table. I saw it happen and thought, "ouch, that one is going to hurt!" Matthew immediately started crying and held his head, and I rushed over to comfort him. He moved his hand and there was blood all over his hand, and streaming down his face. Well, there goes date night...
Andrew and I drove Matthew off to the emergency room. We headed to the same hospital that my dad is at, thinking maybe we could squeeze in a visit while we were there. The waiting room at the ER was packed, of course. We waited for an hour to see the triage nurse. She showed Matthew a chart that had pictures ranging from a very happy face to a crying face, and asked him to point to the one that showed how he was feeling. He chose the happiest face on the chart (the kid was excited to be out of the waiting room!), which bought us another hour in the waiting room. Note to self: teach Matthew the finer points of triage.
We finally get back to an ER room two hours after arriving, and they put numbing gel on the gash in his head. It had finally stopped bleeding, and was just oozing a bit at this point. We wait for another 45 minutes for the doctor to be available to put four stitches in his head. We finally got home at 10:30 at night, without having eaten any dinner. Needless to say, we were all tired and a wee bit cranky.
I'm starting to feel like fate is just not smiling down on me these days. Do I dare ask "what's next?" But, our little Frankenstein is doing just fine. We're watching him for signs of concussion and we've been teasing him about having a scar to match Harry Potter. Poor kid, and poor us for having the worst date night ever.
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My goodness Melissa. When it rains it pours sometimes. What a bummer to miss your fun date night. But, you guys are such good parents! Poor Matthew. Yeah, you better teach him about that FACES pain chart. You get a lot more done a lot quicker if you point to the very sad face!
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