Katie ran ahead of me into the restaurant's vestibule and tripped just before she got to the inner door. She lay there crying, so I picked her up and carried her in. It was then that I realized that she had blood running all down one side of her face. She'd managed to plant the corner of her right eyebrow directly into the corner of the frame that held the glass into the door and had a nasty L-shaped cut.
Gretchen still was getting Julie into the restaurant. I grabbed Katie and took her back to the men's room, sat her on the sink, and started wiping down the cut with some napkins that I'd been given. It looked ugly. The owner came in and told me that I'd need to take her to the hospital. Of course, I was already clear on that. I went out, fetched Gretchen and Julie, and we went back to the van.
We decided to go to Holy Family, which was an urgent care center that had formerly been a full-service hospital. This would have been a fine plan had we not arrived at 8:13 and they closed at 8 PM. Katie had fallen asleep in the back seat -- not uncommon since she stopped taking naps. But I got out and shook her to wake her to make sure she was ok, which she was. So on to Lutheran General's emergency room we went. I carried Katie in while Gretchen parked the car. They ran her through triage, cleaned up the blood, applied some anesthetic and a bandage, and sent us to wait.
By this time, I was in fine shape, having taken my Byetta shot before leaving for dinner and having had lunch very early. So I had a Pay Day bar and a Diet Pepsi from the vending machine, which improved my mood considerably. Katie's mood was also good, having found the paper and crayons. Before too long, they called us to go back to one of the rooms, so I took Katie back there and left Gretchen with Julie.
A med student came by and checked on us, explaining that things were delayed due to another procedure that had backed everything up. A bit later, a nurse applied some more anesthetic. And we waited some more. Katie found the control and turned on the TV. I found the Cubs game. (They lost.) Later, I tried Cartoon Network, just in time for Family Guy on Adult Swim. Fortunately, Katie likes Family Guy. (I need to do something about that, as she's old enough to start wondering what's actually going on there.)
One nurse kindly pulled some bubble toys out of a drawer. Katie was delighted with blowing bubbles and -- now that she knew the location of the drawer -- kept going back to get more bubbles. I think we had ten or so at one point, not all of which she managed to open.
Then she wanted Mommy. So I retrieved Gretchen and Julie from the waiting room and they came back about 10:30 PM, shortly before the doctor freed up. At that point, Gretchen and Julie waited outside, because things were getting crowded.
It turns out that they have a velcro wrap for small children to keep their arms and legs immobilized for procedures like this, and that's what Katie got. The doctor asked me to sing to Katie to keep her distracted, so I started with "The House on Pooh Corner", which seemed to keep her quiet, so the doctor said, "Keep going."
I did. I sang "Crystal Dance", and "Midnight Girl", and "Dreams of Distant Lights", and "St. Judy's Comet", and "Close To You", all songs that I sang to her when she was younger and I was holding her waiting for her to fall asleep (save "Crystal Dance", which Katie asks for as "Mommy's Song"). And Katie was very well behaved, and only had just a little bit of tear coming out of her eyes as the doctor finished the ninth and final stitch.
We still had to wait to get the discharge instructions. We finally left around 11:30 PM, about three hours after we'd arrived. We pulled through the drive-through at the Wendy's up the street to pick up dinner, then had to wait as I walked back up to the window to get the chicken nuggets that we'd ordered for the girls that hadn't actually gotten into the bags.
Julie's in bed now. Katie is too, although she's stubbornly refused to wear a band-aid over her stitches, which should come out next Monday.
And now we're going to bed.