Sunday, August 24, 2008
First of all, thanks for all the kind thoughts, comments, emails regarding Kendall. She's fine.
Approximately 10 seconds after I said that I would be trying to keep her out of the ER this weekend, she was pulled up on the coffee table. For some reason, she thought, "I think I can stand!" and let go. She can't stand. At all. So she fell and landed on her arm. And she hollered pretty good but then she seemed find so I went on about my business (you know, my business of obsessing over celebrity babies (Zuma Nesta? What?) and wondering whether or not Christian Bale is hot (is)). Then I realized that she couldn't crawl on it. She would try to put her arm down and fall. Or slip. Or try to crawl holding her left arm up, using only the right arm to crawl. Which, FYI, doesn't work.
So I put in a call to her pedi. I'll take this opportunity to say that I have nothing but love for the woman. She's been nothing but great to my kids. I expected her to say something along the lines of, "If it's still bothering her tomorrow, bring her to the Saturday clinic." Instead I got, "I think you need to take her to the ER immediately." Uh, excuse moi? I wanted to ask if she had the 100 dollar copay to go along with that suggestion. I protested to the point where the doc said that her medical adivce to me was to go to the ER and get xrays and that if I didn't do that, I would be against medical advice, meaning that if it needed any further care, that would be on my dime. Fine, Medical Community! You win! You always do!
Colin was running a tournament so my wonderful WONDERFUL father in law met me down there to watch Cason. Of course there were massive amounts of people there. They actually called us into triage pretty quickly and then put us in a room in the ER pretty quickly. And a doctor and the x-ray techs came in quickly and at that point, I thought we would be out of there in no time. But then the time it took for the doctor to come back in after the x-rays was f-o-r-e-v-e-r. And at that point it was me and Kendall in a little white sterile room and I am doing everything I can to keep her and myself occupied. I was thinking, "Man I wish I had twitter and a PDA." At this point my FIL had taken Cason across the street to eat a dinner of frappucinos (decaf) and carrot cake. Frappucinos and carrot cake for dinner? You see why I love this family. The doctor finally came back in to let me know what I already knew in the first place: Nothing was broken. There was a little swelling, meaning possibly a deep muscle bruise or something along those lines. They did give her a pretty heavy dose of pain medication, which made her sleep great.
So there you have it.
Sometime later I will post all the funny things that I saw while I waited to get into the ER...because, folks, there was a lot.