and he’s not even 2. I’m somewhat anti-doctor, if only because I have realistic expectations of what they can actually do. My wife, on the other hand, thinks that they can work magic and takes the kids every time they get sick. We disagree often on what necessitates an emergency room visit, and I’d say I’ve prevented at least half a dozen pointless trips to the hospital (I have 3 kids total) thanks to my calm demeanor and a little bit of first aid knowledge.
The first trip to the ER was when he hit his head on a table and had a nasty gash above his eye. I stopped the bleeding but the gash was pretty bad and I figured it would need some stitches. This happened on a Saturday morning, and our doctor is closed all weekend, so I allowed my wife to take him to the hospital. They called down some fancy face surgeon and they put in something like 15 adorable little stitches. Now he’s got a gnarly scar above his eye.
Second trip was when she slammed his hand in the minivan door. I was out of a town and there was an off-duty police officer who volunteered to babysit the other two kids (no joke) while ordering her to go to the ER. Based on the extent of the injury as described to me, I totally wouldn’t have gone, but I can’t help what police officers tell her They did an x-ray, nothing was broken, so they sent him home.
Latest trip was the result of him falling off the top bunk; one of those regrettable moments of lapsed attention that could have ended up much worse but thankfully didn’t. His face broke the fall; by the time I got to him, his lips were both starting to swell badly, he was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and the bridge of his nose was starting to bruise. I started to clean him up and tried to stop the bleeding; I pulled some chunks of skin out of his mouth but he wouldn’t let me touch his teeth. Since he didn’t lose consciousness and was crying and otherwise acting normal, I was just going to clean him up and see how he looked after he calmed down, but my wife had already called a babysitter and was ready to go. Based on the height of the fall, I acquiesced, but I was pretty sure he was going to be fine. My wife, on the other hand, was convinced they were going to wheel him straight into reconstructive surgery. They checked him out, did a face x-ray, and sent us home. It’s been a couple days now and aside from some minor swelling and bruising, he looks perfectly normal.
Why is this in IMHO? Well, I guess I’m looking for doper validation – are we misusing the ER, or do all of these scenarios seem reasonable? Or if you just want to make jokes about calling child protective services, then have at it; lord know my family has.