Well, after T-Rex we shopped around DTD a bit and played at the
Lego store as usual. DH and I agreed that we should buy DS a Lego starter kit but it was SO CROWDED we left with nothing. I'm glad DS didn't hear that conversation.
It was definitely a Saturday night as DTD was packed no matter where you turned. The cheerleaders had turned in their sweats, pom-poms, and short shorts for very high heels, short skirts, skimpy tops and lots of make up. Not sure where exactly they thought they were going considering they are minors.
Anyhoo, after a bit of shopping we were beat! We were in need of a good full nights sleep tonight. We had breakfast ADR's at Crystal Palace the next morning at 8:05am before the park opens.....we love doing this.
We decide to head back to OKW to bathe and jump in bed.
Once back at OKW, we started getting DS ready for a bath. In a 1 bedroom villa you get the huge garden jacuzzi tub. DS LOVES this tub! We bought him a cool tug boat with a Thomas the Train toy on top. It was a surprise. DH was in the bedroom trying to open the box......parents, I'm sure you know how that can be!
DH decides to pull out his pocket knife and somehow ends up slicing his index finger while trying to cut the box ties. He cut it to the bone. I could tell when he came to me asking for a band-aid that something was wrong. 1.) he wouldn't show it to me and 2.) he was talking to me in an extra calm tone of voice that just isn't him. I asked to see it, he said no. He gave me some idiot story about how in a first aid class at work they said you should apply pressure and not let up. Now I'm getting mad because I KNOW it is worse than he is letting on just by the way he is acting. LADIES, WHAT IS IT WITH MEN IN A SITUATION SUCH AS THIS????
Now, I demand to see the darn finger and when he FINALLY shows me, I tell him he OBVIOUSLY needs stitches and no band-aid will help him.
HELLO!!!! HE KNOWS THIS. WHY IS IS ACTING LIKE HE DOESN'T???
I call the front desk and tell them what happened and was given directions to a "24 hour" "emergency" clinic. We all pile back in to the car and head to the clinic.........WHICH IS CLOSED. It is a 24 hour pharmacy and the clinic closed at 5pm.
The pharmacist gives us directions to the emergency room at the hospital that I couldn't even tell you the name of by this time. We FINALLY make it to the real emergency room and I'm glad that this was not a life or death situation. DS is beat and falls asleep on me in the lobby. This is when I realize just how much he's grown. I'm trying to cradle him sort of like a baby so he can be comfortable and sleep and also so he's not laying his head on some germy chair.
They call DH back relatively quickly but he doesn't come out for about an hour and a half. By the time we get back to the hotel it is past midnight. DH is fine and with 4 stitches and an eventual bill for $400 (our portion after insurance), we climb the 3 flights of stairs back to our fabulous view room
and konk out for the night. The wake up call comes way too fast the next morning.
Up Next......Park Day 2! Magic Kingdom...