We really like to celebrate things in a big way around here so Fat Tuesday was no exception. The kids' school had a Mardi Gras pancake dinner and since it was our weekly neighbor dinner night we decided it would be a fun thing to do. Knowing I had yummy pancakes waiting for me, I ate super light all day.
As we arrived, Jessie and the kids got their food right away while I bustled about getting our table reserved, filling drinks and other little mealtime necessities. My time finally came and as I sniffed in the fine aromas of freshly flipped pancakes I noticed that the person in front of me had taken the last ones. So, I waited. And I waited some more. I stood patiently eyeing the little discs of fluffiness knowing they would soon be mine. The wait continued. Then there was a little more waiting. Finally, they were ready! I eagerly grabbed two delightful pancakes and even added some strawberries and whipped topping. My stomach roared with anticipation. I sat down and poured the silky syrup on top. My fork melted into the cake and I took one heavenly bite. Just as the tastiness hits my tongue, I hear a scream.
Is it my mind screaming in ecstasy as I finally get to eat something of substance? I turn my head scanning the crowd for the culprit. It is then I spot him. My son. The one who just got his splint off of his finger. The one who was just in the ER a mere three weeks ago. This time it is his face covered in blood. In fact, all I see on his face is blood and Jessie running out of the room with him. I panic and run after him. In the bathroom blood is literally squirting out from above his eye. I lose it. The mere thought of watching him go through all that pain and suffering again makes me go ballistic. I couldn't focus on anything and I felt like the room was spinning.
Thankfully, I had all my wonderful neighbors there. They stood by me and offered to watch Ashley while we took Landen to the doctor. With the ER trauma so fresh in my mind, I decided we would try a different place. I called A Cute Kids Urgent Care and they said they would probably be able to help him. We walked right in and less than 30 minutes later we walked out. That place is a true miracle! Tell everyone about it! Click on the link above and check it out if you live nearby. We were done so quickly that the neighbors were still at the pancake dinner. To make a long story short, I guess my title for this blog is right on the money. Thank goodness, someone is going to be a doctor around here. Here is a picture of our new "boo-boo." Luckily, this time we didn't have to get stitches, the doctor used the skin glue. In case you were worried, I did get to eat pancakes. I was so determined to have pancakes I microwaved some frozen ones at home. Needless to say, they weren't the same.
FYI - I didn't mention it in the story above because I didn't see it happen, but this injury happened when Landen was running towards Jessie and tripped. He happened to land on the corner of a metal chair. He is really lucky like that and obviously has inherited my clumsy gene.
3 comments:
Poor Landen - he does look like he got in a fight... all except the sweet smile on his face. That seems to say "I won chair, not you!"
G and I were talking last night about how it is a miracle that we haven't been to the ER yet. Little A totally has my (lack of) grace and has had so many close calls. One of these days we'll be calling you for advice!
Would it make you feel better to note that I almost closed E's fingers in our laundry room door yesterday, too? Thanks to your experience, I am going to double check all doors for little bitty fingers from now on, before closing! Hang in there! Boys will be boys!
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