ER Trip #2....

So last night was Orlandos 2nd trip to the ER in his 9 month 3 weeks life. although this time was extremely scary and will probably be haunting me for years to come. i am still not exactly sure what happened because i, of coarse, was in the other room using the little girls room. all i knew was a walked back into the kitchen to hear my son screaming with blood all over his face... i scooped him up to consul him and try to examine where the blood was coming from. first thing gabriel and i see is the gash right under his nose. we look at each other and say "ER?" and we were in the car...on the longest 5 min drive of my life. Orlando is not really a crier and he screamed the whole way there. once at the ER he stopped crying and we waiting in line about 10-15 mins. while there i had so many things running through my mind.. "how could this happen?" "will he be ok?" "if he needs stitches how do they give them to a baby? will they have to put him under?" "would if its not the bad and we are being dramatic" "will it be as expensive as last time?" "am i am bad mom for letting this happen?" all the while the line behind us is growing and i am feeling very anxious. once we reach the front of the line we were classified as a "non-emergency emergency" which i guess makes the process faster. we got called back and saw a Dr. pretty quick. once he came in and about a 25 sec look at Orlando's face and said we need stitches. at that point my anxiety sky rocked and i could barely hold back from bawling my eyes out. then Doc asked gabriel "so can you help hold him down?" umm what?!! the hospital just became a modern day torture chamber... as the Dr is getting ready our tech comes in and says "this isn't going to be fun.." so that really helped settle my nerves... the rest is to crazy to describe, but i will say that i was in the corner whimpering telling myself that i have to be strong and telling every muscle in my body not to run out of the room. when the nurse says " ok mom we are almost done and he will want you, are you ready?" "i practically shouted YES!" and he was back in my arms. right where he belongs!! it was not about 1 1/2 hours past bed time and all three of us were extremely tired.. Orlando fell asleep in the car. he seems to not even notice today that he has three stitches going down his face. i wish my memory could be like his in that sense.. praise the lord he is ok now and we had the insurance to get him seen. i guess in the end i am trying to come to terms with the saying that "boys will be boys"...