Well our streak is over. Not taking anyone to the emergency room in our full 8+ years of parenting was an accomplishment in our book - especially with our boys. Don't get me wrong, Ian has had some pretty good bumps - even one that left a scar, but didn't require stitches. Garrett however wins the prize for bringing us our first ER experience.
After making a headlong crash into the corner of our brick house we knew we needed to go. Driving there he was sitting in my lap and I asked him if he was dizzy or having trouble seeing. He said no to those, but told me "there was a fireball in his head messing up the pictures in his mind." He had a pretty good headache for the next few days.
At the hospital he was a super trooper. He was tough and managed all the exams, cleaning, and numbing like a pro. The doctors and nurses were really nice and it wasn't a marathon visit either.
Thankfully Chris was home.
I always figured it would be complete mayhem with me trying to get three kids, one injured, to the ER by myself. Nora and Ian were great while we were there. Ian was really cute answering all of the doctor's questions for us and he was really worried about his brother.
The funniest part was the next morning when the boys inspected the accident site and found a brick missing a chunk and decided that was where Garrett must have hit.
He was a model patient and I can only hope Ian and Nora are as tough if the time comes.
Way to go Super G!
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