A Maui owie

You won't remember anything about our trip to Hawaii, but believe me, your dad and I will!

After a quick dinner at the Condo (you did remarkably well for the EIGHT hours we on the plane) you were tired, but running off some energy before we put you down for the night. I guess we let you run a bit too much, because you went off running, tripped, and lunged toward a sharp corner.

I saw you do it, Papa picked you up first and handed you off. You were literally gushing blood, and we were both covered quickly. I got you into the kitchen and Mimi and Dad helped get a rag up to your little forehead. I knew immediately that we were hading to the emergency room.

Mimi called down to the front desk and they met us on our way to the car with directions. It seemed to take FOREVER to get there (the islanders don't like driving very fast, most of the speed limits didn't exceed 30 MPH). Luckily, you calmed down in the car and the bleeding pretty much stopped. We actually had to try and KEEP you awake on the ride because we were already 3 hours past your normal bedtime.

It was a small emergency room, and after triage we were in the back about 15 minutes after we walked in. Our nurse was really nice, the doctor was really busy. You screamed more when we put on the gauze with a numbing solution than you did when you hit your head.

We held you down again for the doctor to inject some lidocaine (luckily it didn't look like you felt it, just hated being held down). After another 15 or 20 minutes the doctor came in, we strapped you down to a papoose board and held you head while the doctor stitched. You screamed the entire time; it just broke our hearts.

Again, it seemed like forever, but I'm sure the doctor worked as quick as he could. We were out of there after discharge instructions, and a bit of weird chatting with the doctor. You fell asleep immediately, and never looked back.

You seemed oblivious the rest of the week to the wound, and didn't cry or even get upset when Shondel took your stitches out 5 days later.

The rest of Maui was a lot of fun.

You LOVED spending every day with family. Every time you woke up you were asking for Laila and Papa. You learned Kris' name and Tia (Spanish for 'aunt', which is what you and Laila call Marime).

When we finally got in the pool and the ocean you couldn't have been happier. You even forgave me for letting a couple of waves crash into us in the ocean.

We had a red eye flight coming home. Once again, you did pretty good. You didn't sleep really well, but you were mostly quiet for the whole time -which I'm sure our travel neighbors appreciated.