Sunday: Back to the Hospital

Well, as if our weekend hadn't had enough hospital-related drama, on Sunday evening, Daddy took Rory to the Emergency Room to have a doctor look at a nasty gash that Rory got on her leg. She had fallen on our back (brick) patio. Now, admittedly, I wasn't quite sure whether her wound required medical treatment, but it felt like the right thing to do. Six stiches later, I was assured by several nurses and doctors that we had indeed made the right decision.
Rory was a champ. She kept up-beat while we waited to be seen, and she braved a very painful series of lidocaine injections to numb the area around the gash. Daddy received quite a bit of sympathy from the medical staff when they learned what else I had been doing that weekend. And Rory received cheers from the attending female pediatrician who said, "Rory, you are the first girl that I've stiched up this weekend. Until now, it's been all boys. I'm glad to see that there are girls out there running and playing as hard as the boys. You go girl!". Indeed.