Our First Time

Off the the emergency room for our first little boy accident. Nothing too serious, just an undetermined number of stitches. Paul, Rodney, or Jay Tea may (or may not) keep you entertained in the interim.

Update: WizKid #1 (the elder) managed to get a serious gash in is foot climbing up a dresser. As best as we can tell he was using the decorative drawer knobs as a step pegs when one broke in half exposing a razor sharp edge. His room looks like a crime scene…

I met everyone at the hospital and entertained WizKid #2 (the one minute younger) while his brother was being outprocessed. Since he’s still a little guy, they dressed the stitch area very well and put a mesh sock on and taped it in place. He’s tried on more that one occasion to get it off; fortunately he’s not yet succeeded.

Being a former little boy, the only question I had was, “how many stitches?” The Wizbang Wife is going to have to remember to get this vital piece of information on all subsequent ER visits. If you can’t brag about the number of stitches you got recovery isn’t going to be any fun. For arguments sake I’ll estimate that he got 100 stitches – perhaps I’m exponentially exaggerating since 5 is a more likely number. Still, if you’re going to have the Fire and Rescue squad over to your house with sirens blaring you’re going to need a good story…

I did inquire if the local ER had a loyalty club card to speed future check-ins, but apparently this fad hasn’t caught on in the medical profession.

WizKid #1 is doing fine – he can walk just fine – and was in good spirits once we got home. A few Laurie Berkner music videos and he was a happy as a pig in shit…

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  1. Fritz May 21, 2004
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  3. Paul May 21, 2004
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