If you have read Tori’s entry for today, then you know we spent an hour yesterday at the prompt care facility down the road. Tori gashed her head and had it glued, just like Ollie did at age 1. Anyway, Ollie came with us to the medical facility and behaved very well.
His only complaint was that it was taking too long “to make Tori feel better.” He watched her vitals being taken with earnest (no doubt he will be comparing the taking of her blood pressure to his taking of our blood pressure with his doctor’s kit). He also questioned the identity of each person who came into the room as well as what they were doing to his sister. He was pleased with the stickers the med tech gave him and ran away with Tori down the hall as the nurse was providing discharge instructions.
He was a good big brother until we got home, and then the fits started. This wasn’t right, that wasn’t right, etc. The old know-it-all Ollie was back. It was nice to know how helpful he could be in an emergency.
All in all, it was an eventful evening. Hopefully, we won’t repeat this with any future children, though I have my doubts. I was hoping the kids would be like their father, with no broken bones or stitches, but it looks like they are more accident prone like me. Lucky them.
With all the activity in our house--Tori running around with her face covered and turning around until she gets dizzy, while Ollie jumps from the couch to the bean bag and from the bed to the floor—we’re lucky that we have only had two accidents thus far. Keep your fingers crossed that we don’t have any more accidents for a while.
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