Rachel and Mr. Daddy have a bit of a story time on Tuesdays.  Well, Tuesday is my Crafty Day, so I will try to get them posted on Mondays.   These are going to be blasts from the past for a bit.  I mostly want to get them down for this little online LIFE JOURNAL of our family.  At least then I know I have it written down somewhere.

This story was written by Brian and was on our family website, until I took it down since we weren’t updating it.  I made sure that I saved it, and want to post it here.

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On August 11, 2005, Brian decided to leave work early after a couple long days and late nights at work.  Unfortunately, he decided to get gas on the way to daycare, and arrived less than five minutes after the latest in a long string of Kailan’s “incidents”.  When Brian arrived, the assistant manager was on the phone telling some poor parent that their child would need to go to the emergency room.  When Brian arrived at the classroom door, he saw both teachers wearing latex gloves and Kailan with an icepack on his head.  The poor parent on the phone was obviously Stacy. 

The floor was covered in bloody towels, and Kai had a bloody little valley above his left eye.  Apparently, Kai had tripped while playing and made the mistake of using the corner of a toy box for a soft pillow to land on.

Stacy met Brian at daycare and took Anya home for a snack while Brian took Kai to Urgent Care.  Unfortunately, they arrived 40 minutes before the clinic opened.  Who knew that a regular clinic would close and leave no medical staff on duty for an hour prior to reopening with new staff as an after-hours facility?  Rather than heading off for an ER, Brian sat on a park bench to watch storm clouds roll by as Kailan sat on his lap eating a Ritz and bleeding through his bandages.

When the clinic finally reopened, the recently graduated doctor quickly determined an ER visit was required because the clinic doesn’t stitch “gaping” wounds.  So, Brian and Kai packed themselves back into the car and picked up the rest of the family for a fun-filled evening in the ER.  After nearly an hour of negotiating rush hour traffic, road construction, and collapsed bridges, the family arrived downtown at the Children’s Hospital.  Hurray!  We were only the second in line to get into the treatment area of the ER, which unfortunately translated into an hour wait.

By the time Kai had been visited by a nurse and a doctor, Kailan decided that anyone who entered the room was coming in for the specific purpose of hurting him by removing his bandage.  By then he had been screaming bloody murder each of the 4 times any medical staff peeled back his band-aid.  After nearly another hour, a life aid came into the room to explain the process and bring a movie.  When she had left, Brian told Kai, “Well, what do you know.  Someone came in and didn’t hurt you.”  Kai’s response was a, “Huh!” of disbelief.

Finally at 9 PM, two nurses assistant’s came in with a boogey board, sheet, and Velcro straight-jacket.  Kailan was promptly strapped down and the real torture began.  Although he had been given a local anesthetic to numb his head, he screamed at the top of his lungs for the next 45 minutes while the nurse cleaned his forehead with brown liquid after iodine after brown liquid, including three syringes squirted directly down into his open cut.  She followed up the liquid torture with 2 internal sutures and 6 external stitches to close him up.  For the first 10 minutes of the ordeal, Anya was fascinated by the “Little People” video the life aid brought.  By the time it was over, she was sleeping soundly through Kai’s tortured wailing.

Unfortunately, this will probably remove modeling from Kailan’s list of possible career choices.

Kailan – the next day…no worse for the wear!

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I don’t know…I think he still looks pretty darn cute!  You can kinda see his scar now if you really look for it.  It’s more obvious in the summer when he gets a bit tan from the summer, but in the winter it is hard to see.  White is white, pretty much!