Hospitality

This morning, Daddy was at work when Mommy came into the office, distraught. Turns out David had somehow managed to remove the lid from one of Mommy’s diabetes medications and was playing with the pills. Mommy and Daddy still don’t know with 100% surety that he didn’t take any of them, but we certainly couldn’t afford to take that chance. A quick call to Poison Control confirmed our fears: little David was on his way to the emergency room. ☹

Now, those of you that know David personally know how incredibly inquisitive he is, and the E.R. was no exception. They pricked his toe to draw some blood; he didn’t even flinch, instead concentrating on the pricker and glucose monitor. They stuck those little sticky monitors all over his chest; he stared at them, but it was quite a while before his sole attempt to remove them. They placed an IV in his arm; he stared at the nurses the whole time, giving them exactly the look that Gary Coleman made so famous. (Every test they ran came back fine, by the way, but goodness knows diabetes meds don’t necessary have an immediate effect.)

By this time, the kids’ Mawmaw—who had left work for a family emergency—had taken off to get him a pacifier (we couldn’t find one, before leaving). Thus, when our home teacher Jacob and Daddy’s new boss, Reid, showed up at the hospital to help Daddy give David a blessing, Reid wound up watching Leah while Jacob and Daddy, respectively, anointed and blessed him. The blessing prophesied that he would be okay, and Daddy personally felt that he hadn’t ingested anything (though he wasn’t prompted to say as much; he figures that was for his and Mommy’s sake, so they wouldn’t have to decide whether or not to check David out of the hospital—nor have to worry if they’d made the right decision, if they had. Dang lack of faith). Daddy then headed out to grab us some lunch, leaving Leah and Mawmaw (who had just returned) to join Mommy and David in the hospital room they were about to be wheeled up to.

Well, to make a long story short, David’s hospital room is nice and comfy: there’s a chair and a sofa for visitors and for Mommy to sleep on, tonight; plenty of toys for him to play with (probably 80% of which he also has at home); very complete meals (especially considering he’s only 18 months old); and a playroom down the hall, where Leah is welcome to join him when she visits. He’ll be there all night, for observation—Mommy’s staying with him, Daddy is staying at home with Leah—but should be happily returned to his daily routine, late tomorrow morning. Phew!

(Oh, and by the way…. Don’t you just love him in that little hospital gown?) ☺

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