Our Trip to the ER

Yesterday turned out to be an eventful day. Allison had her first trip to the ER- we made it four years without having to go there, not too bad. So here's the story. I was in the garage holding Daniel and talking to Jeff when I thought I heard Allison crying. So I came inside and she was upstairs (she had been playing her games on the computer) and crying. I ran up to see what happened and I saw the chair flat on its back. I figured she was a bit shaken because she had been on the chair and apparently it fell back. I saw blood in her mouth so I called Jeff and brought her downstairs. I looked inside her mouth and all her teeth seemed to still be in place which was a good thing. Between the sobs, she kept trying to tell me what happened (every little detail for that matter). Apparently she was standing on the chair (which we've told her not to do a thousand times but that's a moot point) and the chair fell back. She kept saying her head really hurt and I asked her to show me where. She pointed to a spot on the back of her head and Jeff and I brushed back her hair too look at it. Then we saw it - the gash. We both immediately looked at each other and said "emergency room". So we got in the car and made our way to the hospital (which is only about 3 or 4 miles away). She was still pretty upset on the drive there. When we got there, we signed in and had a seat. It's a small hospital so it was pretty quiet but there were a few people in the waiting area. After I turned in the paperwork, someone came out to the waiting room to look at her wound (presumably to see how quickly she needed to be seen). They said they would try and get us back pretty quickly...and they did. We probably were in the waiting room about 15 or 20 min when they called us back. Once we were in an exam room, Allison started feeling better. She was back to her normal happy self. A nurse eventually came in to check her blood pressure, pulse, etc and in typical Allison fashion, she told him her life story. So I knew she was okay. He took a look at the wound and said that what they usually do with this type of injury is put in a few staples. I wasn't too sure how well that was going to go over. Of course, she didn't understand what that meant so I explained to her that they were going to put some staples in her head to close up the wound. It told her it might hurt a little bit and that it was okay to cry. So when the doctor came in, the first thing he did was shoot Novocaine into the area to numb it up. She was sitting on my lap and I had to turn my head because I just couldn't watch. Jeff , on the other hand, watched the whole thing. He said they put the needle in about 3 or 4 times...but she never cried. She wanted to be so brave and she was. Then the Doctor left for a bit. This whole time, Daniel was such an angel. Jeff was holding him and he was content as could be. At one point, he was feeding Jeff goldfish and cracking up laughing. A couple nurses stopped by and smiled. They said they were just happy to see a baby laughing because usually they see them in tears. Back to the story...the doctor came back about half hour later to put the staples in. That part I watched. It's actually kinda neat how they can just staple you back together like that. They gave her three staples, again, not a tear (Sure, she was numbed up but I could tell she could feel the pressure). So my brave little girl left the hospital with many many princess stickers and the doctors saying how amazed they were with how she handled everything. Jeff and I were amazed too and happy that our little girl is okay. Jeff is now planning on how he can attach the chair to the desk so this never happens again.