Wednesday, May 21, 2008

I'm (not) lovin' it...

Yesterday's plan was to go to the grocery store, pick up some fish, cook it, and serve it with the salad I had planned. A nice, healthy meal, n'est pas? Instead, R ended the day feasting on McNuggets, fries and an apple juice box. What happened?

We went to the airport to pick up SPH from his golf trip/boy's weekend. As we were unloading the car, R fell (I blame his new, larger Crocs, but I digress...) and hit his head. SPH picked him up and was consoling him when I noticed blood streaming, yes *streaming* down SPH's back. R's forehead had a huge gash in it that left no doubt, we were headed back to Nationwide Children's Hospital ER for the 4th time in less than 6 months. (side note: the woman who checked us in at triage recognized us--never a good sign)

Long story short, R ended up with more than a dozen internal and external stitches and a minor head injury. All in all, it could have been much worse. When we arrived he was a mess, literally and emotionally, but a few prayers were sent up and R calmed right down. It was a miracle...he laid on the bed during the stitches for 45 minutes without having to be held down.

As he was laying there, I was right over him so he could see me while they had him partially covered. I talked to him the whole time and the subject of dinner came up:

SPC: When we are done, do you want to get a special treat?

R: Yes...

SPC: Would you like to choose something special for dinner?

R: Yes, I would like to go to a fancy restaurant.

SPC: (hmm, not sure which fancy restaurant would welcome a blood soaked kid with a head wound) Ok...

R: Yes, let's go to McDonald's because it is *very* fancy.

The kid cracks me up. We never go to McDonald's, so I guess it was the allure of a forbidden fruit.

Why do I usually withhold the golden arches from my sweet R? Well, besides not being that into fast food in general, I have a problem with their whole position on transfats. When other restaurants are ditching transfats quicker than you can say "heart attack," McDonald's actually hired a lobbyist in New York to lobby against the ban on transfats that their legislature was considering.

But despite my grudge against Mickey-Ds, I figured a trip to the ER warranted my throwing caution to the wind and getting the poor kid a Happy Meal.

Life is still sweet,
SPC

8 comments:

Slacker Mama said...

Oh no! R's joined the head-wound club that the Slacker girls are members of ... though the girls only necessitated glue so it *must* have been a hard-core gash. And very deserving of such a fancy meal.

What did you end up eating?!?!?

That's my one beef with Crocs...that dual size range really sucks when you are on the low end of the range. E's toes were pushing out on the 8/9's so her new ones are 10/11's...and I think they are too big.

Steel Magnolia said...

Oh no-I hope he is OK. I know that was hard for you and him. I figure McD's after an ordeal like that is A-OK!!

Yes, Harrison is still in the 8/9's too. He is way too clumsy for shoes that are too big. His feet are on the smaller side.

Deep in the Heart said...

Poor SPC! I can't believe you had to go back again! I hope you took advantage of Steel Magnolia's cocktail recipe when you got home.

We hit McD's yesterday after ballet because I truly couldn't imagine entertaining them at home any longer. I usually console myself with the fact that the nuggets and/or hamburgers are accompanied by apples and milk. And I must confess the Speed Racer car is really cool. The cover flies off and the car shoots across the room.

Sweet Pea Chef said...

Yeah, the Speed Racer just about made R's night. They tried to give us the "tote bag" in the Happy Meal, but I put my foot down for the poor kid. Who wants a tote bag??

R just grew out of the 10/11 Crocs, so he is in the 12/13 size! I try and have him wear them with socks, but still, they are too big.

SM--I got the Southwest Salad with Grilled Chicken and I have to say, it was quite good. SPH got the new Chik-fil-A knock-off, I mean Southern Style Chicken Sandwich and said they were almost as good as Chik.

Sweet Pea Chef said...

SM--oh and the gash...it was about 3/8 of an inch wide and 1 1/2 inches long. It was ugly.

Ok, I am off to try SM's Peach Izze drink. Seriously. I am headed to Target to get some later this afternoon!

BigBi said...

I am sooooo sorry to hear about your fiasco, J! Thank goodness R is okay. Thinking of you guys...

Super Healthy Kids said...

That is so sad. I have the same disdain for fast food. We never go.However, all three kids have been super excited to get their kindergarten shots, because we let them choose a restaraunt to eat at if they are brave. All three have chosen McDonalds! Blehh!

JerseyBaby said...

A flat tire once sent us to McDonald's, and I thought that was justified until now. Stitches definitely trumps flat tires! While I can count on 1 hand the number of times the kids have eaten at McDonalds, it would take both hands to count the number of times Josh and I have hit the drive through for Coke (for him, since Taco Bell is a Pepsi place), a milkshake (for me) and a big order of fries to keep us going on late night drives to the beach or my mom's.

I'm so sorry about the gash. Hope he's feeling okay now!