Three kids down, one to go.I had to take Amelia to the emergency room last evening. Jeff and I went out for a date afternoon, and as we were pulling into the neighborhood the babysitter called.Amelia had smacked her forehead on a chair, and like any head wound, it was bleeding pretty good. The blood wasn't the problem. The sitter had that emergency well in hand.But the three boys freaking out over all the blood was a little frazzling -- even when there were three of us there!
I asked Amelia what happened, and she said, "I wasn't looking where I was going and I just ran into the chair." And hit it just wrong, apparently. Ouch!There was a trail of blood through the kitchen, across the playroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Seriously, head wounds are the worst when it comes to that!
I took one look at the cut and knew we were headed for stitches. That perfect little oval gap was not going to close nicely on its own!
Once the bleeding stopped, I loaded Amelia up in the van and headed for the ER. On the way there we had this conversation:
Amelia: Mom, you'd better call my school.
Me: Oh, honey, I think you'll be fine to go to school tomorrow.
Amelia: No, you need to call them about the blood drive, because I might need some blood.
Me: Sweetheart, I promise you that you didn't bleed enough to need more blood. And if you did, I would give you some of my blood.
Amelia: I don't want your blood! It would make me sicker!
Apparently she was listening when I told her I couldn't give blood at the school blood drive because they won't take my blood thanks to the year plus I lived in England and the risk of mad cow disease.
In the end she got three "string band-aids" and no transfusion.Amelia walked out of the ER with a My Little Pony Hot Air Balloon set, which she said was totally worth the boo-boo.
Since it cost us $200 just to walk through the doors of the ER, that's now the most expensive toy in the house.