Bill came home last night! Of course, his flight was delayed. Of course, the computer showed that the hop from North Carolina was in the air, but delayed, even though he was still sitting on the runway, waiting for clearance to go. Of course, I needed to leave my house around the same time that the plane left North Carolina so I could get there on time. So, of course, this meant I was at the airport about 2 hours before he was.
But that’s OK, because the airport has a bus ride from economy parking to the terminal, and my kids think that is fun. So, we rode the bus and walked around and looked at the shops and had some ice cream. We found the chapel, which made all my kids laugh because there was nothing whatsoever religious about it. If you appeal to all spiritualism, you appeal to no spiritualism. They should have called it “The Quiet Room with Some Religious Books Contained Therein.” In another section of the airport, Peter admired a model of the airport, and could have spent more time there but for his impatient sisters. Not that we had anywhere we needed to rush off to. And then we found some windows where you could see part of the runway, so we watched for planes to take off. I was thinking it was time to head back to the car and move it to the more accessible short-term parking, and was happy that the time had passed so pleasantly.
It was too good to be true.
Behind me, I heard a thud, and I turned as George started crying. He must have slipped or jumped from the couch and took the glass coffee table to the center of the forehead. Head wounds always bleed a lot. Deep gashes bleed even more. I hugged him to my, fortunately, purplish-red shirt and found the nearest restroom. With Katie’s help, I managed to do wound compression while mopping blood off his face, neck, hands, and arms and my face, neck, hands and arms. One glance told me that this was not a steri-strip or glue-it-up wound.
According to the posted schedule, we had 40 minutes or more until Bill landed. I sent him a text for him to get when he landed, and started moving purposefully toward the bus stop, which was just about as far away from where we were as you could get. And then we waited for the bus. For a long time. Just as the bus pulled up, Bill texted that they were on the ground. By this time, George’s head was only oozing, so I decided to wait for Bill to get through baggage, and then we all went to the ER together. Family fun.
Just a warning: if the ER docs say that the numbing gel will be enough for a little kid, don’t believe them. A sedative would have been good. Even wrapped in a sheet, it took two of us to keep him down. I know it hurt him. Thoughts of Civil War surgeries filtered through my head as I tried, ineffectively, to comfort my screaming child. At least it wasn’t an amputation.
Five stitches and 90 minutes later, we were heading for home. All’s well that ends well, I suppose.
Bill picked up the boys this morning. They’ve spent the last week at Scout camp. Had a fabulous time, as expected. But we’re all home now. And it feels so nice to have everybody here. This coming week will be busy, but then we take July off. I can’t wait.