The day before we left, we were all ready to go to the gym. It was one last trip before our flight. A half hour before we were going to walk out the door, Stevie was playing and running like a mad man around the house. He tripped and fell into the cupboard again. Well this time he caught the edge and got a gash in his forehead. So instead of pilates, we were off to the ER for two stitches. He now has a nice little scar.
We were suppose to track down an urgent care while in New York to get those stitches removed, but they don't have any near Gram's house. The closest one was 80 miles away. Thanks to my Aunt Connie, Stevie got his stitches removed on Gram's kitchen table on grazing night.
When we got home, we had to make another trip. My parents were getting ready to leave that Saturday and were pacing up. Stevie broke into Grandma's back pack and started chewing on one of her heart pills. Off to the ER and the boys had a nice little sleepover in the ICU. He didn't ingest too much, but better safe than sorry. Grandma sure felt guilty, I was a nervous wreck and well other people need to learn life is not all about them. I doubt it will ever happen, but some things are more important than being on time.
