A Saturday Night at the E.R.

Calm down. It was not a serious trauma injury. Hallie was sick, so we called the doctor to ask what we should do, and we were told that we needed to take her to the E.R., or an Urgent Care clinic. Our insurance doesn't pay for urgent care clinics, so we went to the E.R. We were afraid that we'd have to sit in the waiting room for hours, as we were not a trauma injury, so we packed ourselves a dinner. We got there, and to our surprise led Hallie straight to a room to be examined, where she was given some Motrin, on top of the Tylenol we had given her before leaving. Then we were taken to a room upstairs to be looked at by the doctor. Four hours later, she had been seen by 5 nurses, 2 techs, 1 registration lady, 1 resident, 1 doctor, and 1 pharmacist. She had her heart rate checked via her big toe on her left foot. She had her throat swabbed, and her chest x-rayed. Devin said he could see all her teeth lined up ready to come in. They looked at her eyes, her ears, and down her throat. They decided she has an ear infection and an upper respiratory infection. So, we pump her full of Tylenol and Motrin, and try to get her to eat and sleep... which for the most part she completely refuses to do. Devin and I are exhausted. I can only imagine that she must be also. We're crossing our fingers that she will be well again soon... BUT the thing I really wanted to say is that while we were sitting there waiting for the next thing, Hallie started playing peek-a-boo... with us!!! All of a sudden she just started holding the blanket up in front of her face, and then she would suddenly put it down! We couldn't stop laughing. She was entertained by herself for the longest time... up went the blanket, down it came. Up, down, up down. Where is Hallie? Peek-a-boo! There she is! Uh oh, where is Hallie? Over and over... How I wish I'd had our camera... What a great night at the E.R.! The picnic was fun too. She's the smartest little girl of all.