Emeregency Room Fun

JJ thought it a good idea to drink the rest of the Benadryl this morning. Luckily there wasn't a whole lot left, but enough to be concerned. I called poison control. She wanted me to call 911 since I didn't know where the nearest hospital was. They preferred to send the troops out. Holy cow. The fire department showed up, the base police, and then the ambulance. They figured he'd be ok, but to be on the safe side we loaded the kids up and drove over to the ER (after they gave us directions--and we still got lost). JJ was so unthrilled to be there. He didn't want the hospital wrist band on and screamed for five minutes because that was on his wrist. Then we had to weigh him and that was another screaming match. As well as getting the thing taped to his toe to measure his vitals. After all that we sat in the room for a while. Luckily there was a TV and it just so happened that his favorite show was on, Little Einstein's. After an hour or so we got the clear to head home.

(The only reason I got this picture was John happened to bring in his cell phone. I looked at JJ and told John this would be a picture perfect moment, belly hanging out, legs spread, eating raisins; too bad I don't have my camera in the diaper bag. At which point whipped out the good ol' cell phone. What would we do without those things?)