Paging Dr. Wignall

So, we had our first trip to the emergency room on Tuesday evening. While playing at the park with Amelia, and having a grand time, I made the mistake of picking her up by her arms...big mistake. Her wrist popped, and she proceeded to cry and wouldn't move her arm.

I took her inside, Chris came home, I raced around the house gathering snacks, stuffed bunnies, books, pacifier, and whatever else I could think to pack for our trip to the urgent care, gave the still crying Amelia tylenol, and we headed out the door.

After 2 hours of holding a crying baby in the emergency room, a doctor finally escorted us back to to take x-rays. The doctor made Chris hold her down(and according to Chris our baby might be a superhero, because she had super-human strength) and put her arm out straight. I left the room - the doctor said it was to protect my ovaries, so we could have more kids, and more trips to the emergency room...I think they call that job security.

And this is the part where genius Chris turned into a medical doctor. Sometime, somehow, in the midst of Chris struggling with Amelia, arms and legs flailing, the doctor running back and forth and pushing on her arm, Amelia's arm popped back into place and everything was fine.

Amelia was so happy to not be in pain. She ran and jumped around the emergency room....much to the dismay of the other, sicker emergency room patients. Her appetite came back and she was our Amelia again.

Well, I didn't want to pay for anything else, because obviously she was fine. So, with my mom's advice, I took Amelia in to the nurse's room, and showed them just how fine she was - she didn't disappoint - she was talking, drinking her milk, giggling, and pointing to things in the office. Obviously fine. I told them I didn't want to pay for anything else, but it didn't work.

Another half-hour later and a visit with a doctor, Amelia left the emergency room after being kissed by all the nurses and paramedic drivers she'd charmed. She laughed and waved goodbye to the sick patients waiting by the door, and we went home.

She's been fine ever since. Next time, Dr. Wignall is going to do whatever it was that he did and save us a ton of money. And all this time I thought he was working on a Ph.D.