*updated with better photo :)
Our camera broke a week or so before we left NY...yes, that's the third in 4 years. We just got a new one and Daniel says it has to last for at least 10 years or else. To me that means I can not not not let the children even breath on the camera...no photography by the children. I think I can do that.
Anyway, the fact that we did not have a camera for our last week in NY means that you did not have the priveledge of seeing the scraped nose and upper lip of Emmanuel (received when pushing two small cars up the sidewalk), nor the gash Emmanuel got when he pushed his large dump truck in to the lamp post on that same sidewalk outside our house. That gash received the attention of 5 stitches. The accident happened at 6:30pm and the bleeding was little and stopped immediately. But the cut was more than an inch long diagonally through his eyebrow and at its widest the cut opened a quarter inch.
So Daniel made some calls and eventually figured the only thing to do was a trip to the emergency room 6 blocks up the street. Since our car was in the shop getting checked up for our big trip, he loaded Emmanuel into the double stroller and headed off at about 7:30. I called him at 8:30 and he said Emmanuel had been triaged in the children's emergency room and they were sitting in the waiting area where Emmanuel was excitedly running between the TV screen saying, "Look, Daddy, movie!" and the fish tank saying, "Look, Daddy, fish!" Daniel said not to worry about them.
When they had not come home by almost 11pm, I was wondering what was going on but kept going back to the fact that emergency rooms mean waiting...not matter what. They came home after midnight and Emmanuel had just fallen asleep a block from our house.
Daniel told me about the actual putting in of the stitches the next morning: When a room that could do stitches was finally available, a young resident doctor and an older doctor and a nurse came in to do the job. The older dr. wrapped him up in a sheet so that his arms were firmly at his sides. Daniel held his legs down and the sheet in place...well, he tried to by sort of laying upon Emmanuel. The nurse held his head. The resident dr. was doing the sewing with this little, little needle and Emmanuel was trying his hardest to make it impossible to get stitches. He kicked and kicked so much Daniel had bruises on his chest the next day. He yelled, "Daddy, make the Dr. go away. Go away!" The young dr. said that usually it is a much easier job since they are asleep after a tramatic fall and a late evening in the waiting room. She didn't know that Emmanuel is our night owl. :)
*the "better" photo - you can see both the remnants of the skinned nose and lamp post wound on his cute grubby face
You can barely see the scar in the picture up there. He uses sunglasses to cover it up...not really. I've spared you the story of the trip I had to make with all three kids to the pediatrician in order to get the stitches out.
Our camera broke a week or so before we left NY...yes, that's the third in 4 years. We just got a new one and Daniel says it has to last for at least 10 years or else. To me that means I can not not not let the children even breath on the camera...no photography by the children. I think I can do that.
Anyway, the fact that we did not have a camera for our last week in NY means that you did not have the priveledge of seeing the scraped nose and upper lip of Emmanuel (received when pushing two small cars up the sidewalk), nor the gash Emmanuel got when he pushed his large dump truck in to the lamp post on that same sidewalk outside our house. That gash received the attention of 5 stitches. The accident happened at 6:30pm and the bleeding was little and stopped immediately. But the cut was more than an inch long diagonally through his eyebrow and at its widest the cut opened a quarter inch.
So Daniel made some calls and eventually figured the only thing to do was a trip to the emergency room 6 blocks up the street. Since our car was in the shop getting checked up for our big trip, he loaded Emmanuel into the double stroller and headed off at about 7:30. I called him at 8:30 and he said Emmanuel had been triaged in the children's emergency room and they were sitting in the waiting area where Emmanuel was excitedly running between the TV screen saying, "Look, Daddy, movie!" and the fish tank saying, "Look, Daddy, fish!" Daniel said not to worry about them.
When they had not come home by almost 11pm, I was wondering what was going on but kept going back to the fact that emergency rooms mean waiting...not matter what. They came home after midnight and Emmanuel had just fallen asleep a block from our house.
Daniel told me about the actual putting in of the stitches the next morning: When a room that could do stitches was finally available, a young resident doctor and an older doctor and a nurse came in to do the job. The older dr. wrapped him up in a sheet so that his arms were firmly at his sides. Daniel held his legs down and the sheet in place...well, he tried to by sort of laying upon Emmanuel. The nurse held his head. The resident dr. was doing the sewing with this little, little needle and Emmanuel was trying his hardest to make it impossible to get stitches. He kicked and kicked so much Daniel had bruises on his chest the next day. He yelled, "Daddy, make the Dr. go away. Go away!" The young dr. said that usually it is a much easier job since they are asleep after a tramatic fall and a late evening in the waiting room. She didn't know that Emmanuel is our night owl. :)
*the "better" photo - you can see both the remnants of the skinned nose and lamp post wound on his cute grubby faceYou can barely see the scar in the picture up there. He uses sunglasses to cover it up...not really. I've spared you the story of the trip I had to make with all three kids to the pediatrician in order to get the stitches out.
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