You know I was distracted when I don't have pictures to show. The same night Peter learned to ride his two-wheeler, Ammon was out on his bike. Unfortunately, Ammon crashed and we had our first experience taking a child to the Emergency Room. I heard what sounded like it could be Ammon hurt just outside my window. But knowing Andrew was out there, I wasn't too concerned - until Andrew called out, "Jenny, I need your help!"
I went out to see what was wrong and found Ammon on the ground with several children surrounding him. Andrew said, "He cut his leg and it's so deep I can see his bone."
The first thing I pictured was an accident I remember from my days in elementary school. There was a boy who tripped on a sprinkler head and broke his ankle. The broken bone punctured through his skin and stuck out of his leg. The whole thing was very gruesome. Picturing that, I was surprised to break through the crowd and find Ammon there with very little evidence of a problem. He had a gash about an inch or so long on his shin. It really wasn't even bleeding. But as I peered into it I could see that there was something white and I realized that it was deep enough that Ammon probably did need to get into the hospital.
Andrew ran to his car to get his first responder kit. He wanted to clean and bandage it, but Ammon was in pain and we are about three minutes away from the hospital, so I told him to just get Ammon some Tylenol and then take him to the ER. (Later I was told that cleaning it would have been the right thing to do.) I stayed home with Peter while Andrew took Ammon to the Emergency Room at Primary Children's Hospital. Within moments of arriving, Ammon was happily playing with the Lego's in the waiting room. He got called back fairly quickly and was given five stitches. Andrew said that they considered giving him a sedative to help him stay calm and still during the stitches, but Andrew encouraged them to just explain in detail what they were doing. He was confident that Ammon would stay still if he just knew what was happening. They compromised by having the sedative on hand, but went ahead without it. Andy said the staff was all amazed and impressed with how good Ammon was through the procedure.
Ammon came home happy as a clam. I tried to take some video of him, but he was so distracted with the thrill of the adventure, and the new "toy" he received from the doctor. A week later I took Ammon back to get the stitches removed and now he just has a big scab on his leg. I don't think we could have asked for an easier "emergency" than what we got. Over seven years into parenting with this being our worst story to tell - this experience is leaving me feeling pretty lucky.
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