Our trip to the ER last week demonstrated just one of the many reasons kids are awesome. Allow me to explain . . .
The girls share a room. They were all tucked in bed when I heard the cry. A loud one. Lydia was crying and holding her forehead. Perhaps a pillow injury, I thought to myself. After all, what else could it be when they were just laying down in their beds? I pulled Lydia's hand away and saw the blood. A good amount of it. There was a gash.
"Lydia, what happened in there?"
"Jordis set up an obstacle course."
Of course she did. In the dark.
"And I tripped over a box and fell into the open drawer of the dresser."
She was crying and on the inside I was crying too. Of laughter. Relax, I knew she'd be fine.
I had Elijah run next door to grab our EMT neighbor Jeremy so he could assess the damage. He bandaged her up, comforted her, and suggested we make a trip the ER for some glue. So off we went on our adventure. Twenty minute drive to the ER and we were in and out of the place in 30 minutes. The hardest part was keeping a straight face when we had to tell four different people what had happened - the registration guy, the triage guy, the nurse guy, and the P.A. girl. I'm thinking it made their night. And Lydia and Jordis probably won't be setting up an obstacle course in the dark any time . . . in the next week.