Well, we made it almost 10 years with kids before our first set of stitches! Our 2nd grader fell on the playground yesterday and required 2 stitches in her knee. She was understandably scared to death, but once she figured out that it was going to be ok, she was a really big girl. Of course, she is milking it for all the attention she can possibly get!
Here's my deal with the whole situation though. I first called the dr office to let them know we were coming even before I picked her up at school. The clinic asked what kind of insurance she has, and they then recommended taking her to the ER. Well, that made me mad so we went to the clinic anyway. We were seen by a fabulous dr and nurse who took amazing care of her. But, what it left me wondering was what they would have said if I had provided a different answer to the insurance question. What difference did my insurance make? Either the clinic had someone to take care of her or they didn't....insurance shouldn't have made a difference. It just really bugs me because taking care of an injured, scared 8 year old should have been the issue rather than insurance. Now, I clearly have an opinion because my baby was the one needing treatment so maybe I'm not being objective. Just venting now.....
In the end, all that matters is that she is ok. It could have been much worse than just a knee, so I am counting our blessings!
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