The post about our first trip to the ER

Last week we made our first trip to the ER.  Jack fell off the bed on Wednesday night.  On his way down he cut his head on the night stand.   Our neighbor Shane drove us to the hospital.  I had my suspicions that Shane was kind of a bad-ass, and the ride to the hospital confirmed it.  Slamming on the accelerator, weaving in and out of traffic, going the wrong way on one ways, jumping curbs. . .  

The best part of the night was when we were asking him about his friends to distract him from the doctor examining his wound.  "Is Mommy your friend?"  "Yes"  "Is Daddy your friend?"  "Yes"  "Is the doctor your friend"  "No".  It was probably because the doctor thought he was a girl.  

We actually went to two hospitals, the first didn't have a plastic surgeon on staff so we were referred to a second hospital downtown.  The second hospital didn't accept our insurance, so I was nervous about the bill.  But even after having a plastic surgeon come down to the ER to do the stitches it only came to 200 dollars.  The whole process took 3 hours and Jack was in bed by 8:15 with 5 stitches.  

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I promptly went on baby lock down, and disassembled our bed, moved the nightstand across the room, installed about 20 more safety locks.  Security cameras, voice recognition software and laser beams will have to wait until next week.  

The next morning Jack woke up and was in great spirits.  T.G.W.G.S bought him a gun that is shaped like a dog that shoots bubbles (it's a think-piece).  His daughter Trinity and Jack spent the morning chasing bubbles.