Our week of Emergencies

What's the perfect way to start a week? How about a trip to Primary Children's Emergency Room? Sunday night we had gone to Grammy's house for dinner. Austin went upstairs to play with Kennadie. All of a sudden we hear something fall, and Austin starts screaming. Justin ran upstairs to find Austin with a big gash in his forehead, blood all over his face, and a pen in his hand. Thankfully, he had the smarts to check the wound and make sure none of the pen had broken off inside.

Turns out Kennadie had been coloring with her special Disneyland pen (a big, fat ballpoint pen). When she set it down, Austin grabbed it and took off running. He tripped on a rug, and fell right onto the tip of the pen. Thankfully, it didn't hit his eye. We still ended up in the emergency room. They took us back as soon as we got there. They had to sedate him to clean the wound out, and put 9 stitches in (2 deep, and 7 surface).

He was pretty funny with the medicine. He was laughing while they cleaned it out. His face was draped, and when I talked to him, he said, "Mom? Is that you?" Then he sang the Chipmunk song for everyone. He did really well, until the last few stitches, when the medicine started wearing off. They gave him more, but it didn't kick in until they were mostly done. Then we had to hang out at the hospital until he was more coherent. He was not happy coming out of the medicine. Then in an instant, he perked up and said "My jammies!"

Before stitches (1/4 in deep and 3/4 in long)
(2/21/10)

Six days later (2/27/10). Looking so much better

He about broke my heart when he was all worried to go to a neighbors house a few days later. He said "But everyone will look at my owie!" I told him it was okay, and to just tell them what happened. So, now he tells EVERYONE what happened ("The pen cut me at Grammy's house. I had to go to the hopsital (not a spelling mistake, just how he says it!) and the doctor fixed it.)

Then...

Friday night, Justin's mom came over to watch the kids so that we could go out. Katie has decided not to take a bottle, so she got to come with us. We went to Macaroni Grill (about 25 minutes away from home). We had to wait a while, finally got seated, and as soon as our food came, Justin's phone rang. It was his mom saying that our fire alarms were going off. There was no smoke, she didn't smell anything, and couldn't make them stop. So, Justin told her how to reset them. No good. We said we would come right home. She and Austin were going to go sit in her car.

Of course it took a little bit to get our waitress and pay. The whole time I am feeling sick, thinking how our smoke alarms are also carbon monoxide detectors. We get in the car and I convince Justin to call the fire department to go check it out. My reasoning: if it is a fire our house will be burnt down before we get there, and if it is carbon monoxide we need to get the problem fixed. So, he called in a non-emergency call. As we got to Jordan Landing, his mom called to say the fire truck was pulling up. A few minutes later she called back to say they had found the problem.

THE BABY MONITOR

Austin had turned the volume up, and it had microphone interference causing a high pitched squeal. When we pulled up, the fire men were just about to leave. One neighbor was walking by to make sure everything was okay. A few minutes later, the phone rang. It was my visiting teacher, the relief society president (who lives on the other side of the neighborhood), saying someone called her because there was a fire truck at our house.

Such excitement!!!