Made my first trip to the emergency room with Baron.

It happened on my first night out since Melodia...my hubby's band was playing...so I ordered myself a $25 1/2 litre bottle of wine in my own honour for being a mom (lol) was about to order some supper...and the phone rings.

It's the babysitter, telling me that they were playing and Baron cut his head and that I should come home...because she thought he'd need stitches.

I figured I'd reserve judgment, thinking she was being over cautious. But when I got home...he definitely needed stitches. 

My hubby was setting up on stage, so I ran up there and asked for his keys (we traveled together), told him the bad news and ran out the door.  I didn't know that the band was starting half an hour early...so, basically, I told him, only seconds before the first song, that his son was injured.  Poor him...he didn't know if Baron was dying or not!!  All he could think about was Melodia 3 weeks earlier.
 
I raced home....luckily, no speeding tickets.  And, the babysitter wasn't kidding; I could have stuck my finger-tip inside the cut on his head.

I'm so proud of myself. I took control of the situation; I had the sitter get Baron dressed for outside, moved the baby seat over to my vehicle, ran over to the neighbour's to enlist her help for when I came home to drop Baron off and would have to go pick up hubby, made  Baron a bottle, put the dogs in the basement, grabbed a diaper bag, kicked the sitter out, and fled to the hospital.

Baron was somewhat calmed by the sitter, but he never really stopped crying the whole trip.

He finally stopped at the hospital when the waiting room was much more interesting than the pain in his forehead.  They also gave him a Popsicle.  Luckily, they got us in rather quickly because of his age.

After some numbing solution to his wound, it took three of us to hold him down for the freezing needle.  He cried, but I believe he knew we were all trying to help.  Once the freezing set in, it was just a matter of the doctor stitching him up.  I think there is 7 stitches in there, and every once and a while, Baron would say a vowel or two to the doctor, and a choo choo or two and an all aboard.  

Sometimes, he'd whimper and cry...it was a big and scary incident with a surgical sheet over his face and eyes, and that bright light, and being pinned down to a bed with a sheet fashioning a strait-jacket...
 
After the hospital, I drove by the club where hubby was playing...I knew he would want to see Baron.  He was so freaked out.  He started crying when he saw Baron was Ok.  

I took Baron home, got Baron to bed and to sleep, got the neighbour over, and raced back to pick hubby and his drums up from the club.  

I was also proud of myself...for not losing anything between my purse, pockets and diaper bag; at the end of the night, I still had my wallet, my phone, the parking stub to exit the hospital parkade, Baron's admittance bracelet, my lip gloss...etc. 

The club ended up only charging me for a $9 glass of wine, and not the whole 1/2 litre...which was nice of the club.  

I had another glass of wine when I got there as hubby wasn't  ready to go...and, since I STILL hadn't had any supper, the wine went straight to my head.  Nothing interesting came of that, but it was just neat for me to experience that feeling on just one glass of wine...lol.

We got home around 3:40, thanked our neighbour profusely for coming over...she's our new neighbour since Christmas!!!  Anyway, Baron hadn't made a peep while she was there...good, because I didn't want him waking up and not having Mommy there...

Had some wings we brought home from the club, and got to bed around 4:30.  
 
Checked on Baron to make sure he was ok...yes, he was still breathing...I was worried about a concussion kind of thing, but his head-knock was just a cut, and not a heavy-hit.

I told hubby to "stop playing gigs so that bad things stop happening to our children...".  There...there's my in-poor-taste sense of humour...I need to have at least one of those per incident!!

Of course, our babysitter was also very upset the whole time.  She sent me sooo many text messages, and send us a LONG facebook message apologizing.  It could have happened to any of us watching him.  And, frankly, I'm suprised that it didn't happen to me because I spend so much time on this computer "not watching" Baron.  She was actually watching him, in the same room with him, playing with him...and still it happened.  

He was bouncing around on an inflatable punching clown, and it bucked him off into his train table.  

I'm not worried about the babysitter, I'll use ask her to come again...she took great care of him and his cut when it happened.  It couldn't have been avoided.  

Sunday...I slept in until 10:30...took a 2 hour nap later on...and did absolutely nothing for the entire day.