Another place I don’t want to be, the ER

I was finally resting, with pain far from my brain.

Then Screams.  And more screams.  

I get up and Mark is dotted in blood, as is the door, floor and his clothes.   Later Emily and I looked around and think that he cut it on a rock from Emily’s collection (she picks them walking home from school)

And I broke the rule.  I broke it.  I picked Mark up.  I picked him up, while squatting.  I might have broken the surgery.  I might have ruined it all. 

So now we are at Children’s Hospital to get evaluated for stitches.   I think I might be stupid.   He’s part of THE hand on his lap, mirrored by Grant hand and his lap.

But we have been approved, we don’t have the swine flu, so we can go into the normal entrance  (This is the sticker we got at the ‘pre-entrance’ so that we got to be with the non-flu people.  We each have one)

So we wait.  At least we have the fall back of his runny nose and perhaps ear infection.  Thanks Petersons and maybe Blacks for watching our older three.

And I’m probably wrong.   I’m probably just wasting our time and his money. 

****UPDATE*****

we are stupid parents.  Can’t get it right when it’s needed.  Do it right when it’s wrong.  Mark’s finger is fine.  It will bleed, but no problem for stitches.  And…no ear or real sinus infection.  But even the doc can feel his HOT HOT, pokey gums where his first molars are trying to come out all together. 

Stupid.  

Tired.

Hungry.