M: Poor baby... I feel so bad we're not there.
J: I'm sure he is fine. If it was really bad, they would have called an ambulance.
M: I know, but every Mom wants to be there when her kid gets hurt.
Silence
M: You know, honestly, I'm glad it was them and not us. I'd much rather Henry get a gash on his forehead then a little girl. Boys are expected to have scars on their face.
J: Yeah, right on his forehead. He already has a permanent bump there from when he fell on those weights when he was two. So it'll probably just blend in.
M: I know. Actually, I'm really glad it was at their house. What if that happened at home and one of us passed out? Or what if you were at school and it happened and I was by myself and I couldn't get a hold of anyone? What would I do? Call 911. Ahh... I'm always dreading this kind of stuff.
J: You wouldn't call 911. It was only a cut. You would get the bleeding to stop. So, what if he needs stitches. Who's going to take him? I can't watch that. I'll pass out. But I'll go. I'm sure I could do it if I know I'm the only one there.
M: I can go. But what if I pass out? I'm sure I can handle it. I've delivered two kids for goodness sake. I wish one of us were good at this. I'll go. I'll do it. I know I'll be fine.
We pull in the driveway. I think by then we had actually turned this into a really good situation. Henry seemed really calm when we arrived. So calm, in fact, that he didn't even want one of us to hold him! Took him to Urgent Care and they glued and steri-stripped him. I took him. He was hot stuff - he was so talkative and "cool." It was actually quite comical. Even more comical was the fact that right after they finished working on him, I felt that familiar feeling of passing out. I asked if I could grab a glass of water, and in the process, knocked some things off the counter. The doctor said, "oh my, you don't look good. Your lips are all pale. Sit down. Are you OK?" I quickly explained I needed some juice and that this is not abnormal for me. Whew... another 5 minutes, and Henry and I were on the way home. He was VERY excited about the new tank/truck/airplane thing he recv'd and was pumped to show J and Wy his cool bandaid.
I was just excited he was OK and that I didn't actually pass out.


