As many of our undergraduate brothers were trekking across the country in search of hot sandy beaches, bikini-clad co-eds, and a few cold beverages, I was doing what I hoped none of them would have to do during Spring Break.... visit the ER.It was a nice quiet Sunday evening in the Mores household. My youngest daughter, Stephanie, had been in bed for about an hour. We had just finished the nightly game of Candy Land with Ashley, our four-year old, and we were getting ready to start the bed time routine.
As we were putting the game away, Simon Cowell of American Idol fame (insert groan here) was being interviewed on 60 minutes. My daughter is a big "AI" fan and usually acts out the singing and dancing routines of the contestants for us. (My wife loves the show and I simply just watch with them - seriously...) So when they were showing recent Idol highlights during Simon's interview, Ashley began doing "twirlees" as she calls them in the middle of our family room. She proceeded to slip and fall head first into the toy box opening up a nice gash on her forehead. So, we called a neighbor to come watch over Stephanie, and my wife drove to the ER while I held Ashley in my lap while using a washcloth to apply pressure to her forehead.
As I carried Ashley into the ER, I had the pleasure of getting the once-over by the nurses and the other waiting patients. Here I was covered in blood spatter carrying in a little girl with blood dotting her PJs... I'm sure I looked guilty as hell... it was one of those fatherhood moments I don't care to relive again.After waiting two hours before being seen, the bleeding had stopped but stitches were still necessary for cosmetic reasons according to the resident ER doc. We couldn't have a nice dent in my daughter's forehead could we? The blood curtailing screams from my little girl as he "numbed" the wound were enough to make me a little woozy and I'm sure a few patients were scared off as well.
They placed Ashley on a backboard and velcroed her in like she was the star of The Mummy 3 - that scared her even more than the actual stitches did. After we finished, she was given a orange popsicle for her "good" behavior.All has returned to normal in the Mores household. The stitches were removed five days later and Ashley was out riding her Cinderella bike this weekend without a fear in the world. (And no fear of further injury for Mom either since she was equipped with a helmet and both elbow and knee pads.) Anyway, kids are resilient, that is for sure.
As the weather warms up and our undergraduate brothers return to campus from Spring Break with their own fond memories, I hope everyone was able to avoid the ER. Keep in mind that historically, April is one of Phi Delta Theta's highest months for accidents and liability claims. Enjoy the weather but be smart with your activities. I doubt your ER gives out orange popsicles...Until the next time, remember... Go far.