Poor Lily

Well, today we learned that a big rock (yes, the one on the left) dropped on a little foot doesn't feel so good. This is the same child who I had to take to the hospital when she was 3 because she had stuck a blueberry up her nose. (Seriously, it was in so deep that they had to sedate her.) I'm thinking she might need to learn how to make wise decisions ;)

None of my kids have had a broken bone (yet, though I'm an expert on scratched corneas) so I wasn't exactly sure what to look for. I pretty much made the decision to go to the hospital based on the fact she was screaming bloody murder. When she was going through triage the nurse tried to put a thermometer in her mouth. You can tell that my kids don't get sick very often by the fact that my 8 year old didn't know what a thermometer was and wouldn't let the nurse use it till I reassured her that it wouldn't hurt. By now she was much better, especially after the male nurse (she was shocked that a man would be a nurse) pampered her with an ice pack, warm blanket, and stickers. Can you tell she's suffering?

After waiting for a couple hours in the hallway reading Little Pilgrim's Progress (a wonderful book! every parent must read this to their children),

the lady doctor (which really confused Lily, a male nurse and a female doctor? The world is full of wonders!) finally came to see us and pronounced Lily's toe perfectly fine without even having to take an X-ray! There was no swelling or pain anymore. I still can't figure it out. Did you see the size of that rock?! Maybe she was just more scared than hurt. I don't know. The only thing that Lily cared about was that I'd take her out to ice cream afterward, which of course, I was more than happy to do.

The End.