PoP!

That would be the sound of my ER cherry. Don't worry. Everyone's fine.

I've never been to the ER. I've been to the minor emergency clinic a half dozen times. I've been to the doctor on a semi-emergency basis a couple of times. Never the ER, though.

Then...I had a boy of my own.

Today, we went to Auntie J's house for a play date. He and Mol were doing their standard stand on the table and yell "HI" at the poor, poor goldfish. Then there was a crash. And screaming. And blood. Inside and outside his mouth. I immediately thought the worst - bit through the lip.

We left Ryanne there. We drove to the ER. Chrys met us there. We waited for.freaking.ever.

He had a slight temp - discovered rectally...his first time. Oy, was he pissed. He was 26lbs14oz with his clothes on, but no shoes.

He was impatient, especially when I wouldn't nurse him without the ok from someone there. Once I was cleared to just try it and see, he was much calmer. He ran around like a crazy man, but stood perfectly still when the doctor came to examine his mouth. No tears when being looked at. No complaints. Very laid back. Lots of compliments on how patient he was.

Superficial facial laceration on the outside. Big, freaking hole on the inside that "will heal surprisingly quickly so we don't suture it." We were given a prescription for antibiotics to give him "just in case," but we plan to forego that in favor of the antibacterial properties of the breastmilk he drinks a dozen times a day.

Hopefully this won't become a regular event. Turns out, I don't like the ER any more than I thought I would.