We had as relaxing a dinner as you can with a 3 and 1 year old, but Evelyn had a ball watching the trains and ordering her strawberry milkshake. It was a night of firsts, as Vivian tried her first milkshake, too!
Oh, and speaking of firsts, Evelyn decided she wanted to experience a first of her own! But something trivial like a first milkshake just wasn't going to cut it. So, while one parent finished paying the check and cleaning up the belongings, the other took the kids outside to yell and carry on. And while Evelyn was running around and carrying on, she tripped and fell right into one of the metal benches that are outside, leaving a gaping wound right above her forehead. We were suddenly faced with our first trip to the ER!
A quick phone call to Nanny and Grampy to confirm they were home and could watch Vivian and then a quick drop off, and we were our way to the hospital. She had one or two freak outs in the car in regard to the blood that was all over her hands (I still have NO idea how she managed to not get one. single. drop. on her shirt!). By the time we got to the waiting room, I was actually quite amazed at how calm she had become. I think it helped that whenever we drive by the hospital we talk about how it's the place where Aunt Kelly works, so she doesn't see the hospital as a scary place.
She chatted with a few people in the waiting room, wanted snacks, and after only about 20 minutes or so it was our turn to go back. As soon as we walked into the triage room she asked "What's that??" about the gurney. I made the mistake of saying that it's a bed for when people come to the hospital who are sick. She got checked out by a nurse and a physician's assistant, and then we were shown back to a room where she was going to get her stitches. The next nurse said, "Let's get you up here!", and indicated she should get up onto the gurney, to which Evelyn replied, "But I'm not sick!" Quick as a whip, that one!
We managed to get her up on the bed, watching a movie (thank you whatever channel ABC Family has turned into - excellent movie selection this weekend!), and relatively calm. The nurse came in to put the numbing gel on her cut, which was kind of difficult, but she did promise Evelyn a popsicle if she stayed still, and she followed through with a purple one, as requested. Aunt Kelly showed up to say hi since she was heading into work and hung out for a little while. Thank goodness, because when the nurse came back to put some more numbing gel on, she first had to peel off the band aid thing she had used to seal the gel in the cut, and you would have thought she was trying to remove Evelyn's appendix without any anesthesia. Between the nurse, Kelly, and me (Steve was dealing with the lady from the front desk who showed up for our insurance info at that very moment), it was all we could do to hold her still. Holy moly, how were they going to STITCH HER UP????
When the time finally came to do the stitches, the poor kid had to be papoosed (AKA wrapped up in a sheet like a burrito), held down by a nurse and a tech, while the PA did the stitches. Steve and I were told it's best if the parents step outside, so we did. And walked very far down the hall to get away from the screams, which will probably forever haunt me. Not even 10 minutes later, the nurse came out holding my child, who was drenched head to toe in sweat. It was as if she had run a marathon. All for 3 stitches.
We received our directions, got checked out, and made our way out. By the time we got to the parking lot, she was chattering like a monkey, telling silly little stories, and asking for snacks - the tell tale sign that she was going to be just fine.
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