I think I forgot to mention that James got four staples in his head a couple of week ago. It was the classic case of - "my son fell out of the grocery cart" and he hit is head on the bottom shelf and got a nice little split. There was a lot of blood and when the managers came over and started asking me if they should call an ambulance, I just kind of lost it and started crying. I told them my husband was doctor and that I would just take James to the hospital to see his dad- but I think they were nervous to let me leave- seeing how I was crying and too emotional that I couldn't even talk to Dave on the phone. I had to call him back after I got it together! A pediatrician was nearby and came over and looked at it and said he would be fine, but would need some staples which made me feel assured, but worse at the same time. I just felt so sad for him, scared, and so shaken by everything. I'm usually a calm person, but it really threw me. So, we left with some ice, bloody clothes, and me telling the manager that they should fix the buckles on the carts. I had checked for working buckles, but they were all broken. I had the straps on James but it wasn't buckled and he fell out the side (it was the kind with the harness where the kids sit forward)- I guess I had a case for a good suit, but I won't go there.
Anyways- Daddy saved the day and met us at the hospital and did the staples himself while I held James against my chest- not fun! But things are fine now and Dave removed the staples at home while James was sleeping- he woke up a little, but went right back to sleep. That was our first ER visit, and I'm sure not our last.
