Xavier's Second Trip to the Emergency Room
Greetings to everyone.
This morning started out in an unusual fashion.
Rebecca, who has had the crud all week (the same crud everyone else is getting), fell asleep on the couch last night. She was in such a deep sleep, I left her there, adding only one more blanket to keep her warm. She slept there all night and didn't move. Unusual.
Xavier began loudly yelling "Dad!" just before 5:00 AM; he wanted out of his crib. He sleeps until 6:30 or 7:00 of late. Unusual.
Until Xavier began yelling "Dad!", I was sleeping and may have made it past 6:00 if left alone. Even after getting up and moving around, I still wanted to return to the sheets. Normally, I'm awake between four and five, and once up, I'm up for the day. Unusual.
As time marked the passage of 7:00 into 7:01, Rebecca and I noted "It's only seven o'clock? It feels like an entire day has passed us by." Unusual.
After breakfast, while Xavier dragged his Hot Wheels tower and track around the house and rolled cars down it, Dad returned to bed. Unusual.
Crash! Despondent crying! Xavier not being consoled except to a constant, quiet whimper, even with a bottle. Bleeding gash behind right ear. Swelling. Purple right ear lobe. Unusual.
Cleaning up the wound (not an easy task with an uncooperative, squirmy boy), looked like it might need two stitches. In fact, only some medical tape and glue were the solution. But a trip to the ER before 8:00 in the morning on a Saturday? Unusual.