Entry FeedIf you have multiply children, I am sure that at least one of them you would dub the "ER Kid."
In our house, it is Son Two.
Somehow, I assumed it would be Son One. A big, tough, physical kid. His first ER visit was at three months - UTI. We had to go through tests at Sick Kids, but luckily all was normal and it was a one off. Touch Wood - Son One visits the Dr once a year to get weighed and measured, throws up and sneezes a few times in between, and that is all.
Around the time his big brother was turning three, Son Two came down with a weird bug. Worries about measles, small box, or Hong Kong flu, we rushed to Sick Kids only to find out three weeks later, when he was all better, that he had "influenza A." That was his first ER visit. We should have asked for a frequent flyers card.
Son Two has visited the ER so often that on one visit as I was checking him in the nurse exclaimed, "Oh! Tania! How odd - we don't seem to have a cell number on file for you!"
Another time Son Two was put into a hospital gown to check for "other injuries;" euphemism for we want to check to make sure that you are not beating him.
Son Two has had so many falls and bumps that he his forehead actually has permanent bumps. Luckily, it was explained to us during one of our visits that the toddlers skull is actually designed like a helmet in the front.
He has had glue and staples, (really, what is he - an arts and crafts project?) but so far we have stayed clear of the plaster and stitches.
Yesterday, Son Two, while jumping on a trampoline, sprained his ankle. Of course we rushed him straight to his hockey game, where he played on if for an hour. Then out to dinner when he finally started complaining. (Oh yes, Son Two is NOT the complainer of our children. Son One would win that award, with Daughter a very close runner-up.)
Home, sock off, and swollen ankle. OUCH! He is now playing the invalid up in bed with an ice pack and a DS.