We finally made our first trip to the ER yesterday for one of the children.
Luke was having a fantastic time in make-believe land with moon sand, the only present he wanted from Santa. He must have forgotten he was playing though and when the explosion occurred from the dynamite that was buried in the mountain of Moon Sand it blew him right off his stool and he landed on his head with quite a thud. Moon Sand was everywhere, in his eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and all over his clothes and the floor. It really looked like an explosion had occurred.
After he fell, he calmed down and fell asleep for about 20 minutes. He woke up watched some cartoons, and then he went to the trash can and threw up. He was so proud of himself for getting to the trash can. He said "I puke in the trash I don't have to go to the doctor" Apparently last time he was sick I told him we had to go to the doctor because he was puking everywhere but the trash. I'd put the trash in front of him and he'd turn his head and puke on the floor. This time he was certain to hit the trash every time and he did. However, after he had puked about 4 times I started to worry. So I called the grandmothers and the nurse friends and the consesus was take him to be seen. After 5 x-rays and only a 15 minute wait it was determined he was fine and home we came. We were only there about an hour, the fastest ER trip of all time. A good reason to be thankful for a small town.