Darths Bella and Blu

Today is not really our Christmas

Instead of a nice quiet Christmas Eve at home, we were in the ER. Instead of a Christmas morning of Dean giving out toys to our kids, he gave his appendix to a doctor.

Children put a whole new spin on being sick and needing to get help quickly. As with many things, kids, just by sheer virtue of existing, make the issue more about them. Gone are the days were you can just hop in the car and drive to the ER and get yourself taken care of. Here are the days where you have to consider timing, and child care, and well, stuff. Because of kids, I made Dean call our nurse hotline thingee at 6 instead of 7 (though His Manliness really wanted to wait until 7 - which is bedtime). Because of kids, we couldn't just go straight to the ER, but rather first had to call the MIL, ask to have them stay the night with her, pack their shit up, take them there, put them to bed and THEN go to the ER. Appendicitis is a strange thing - because he wasn't in enough pain for us to really need to skip those steps and just call an ambulance, but you never know when the little bugger might rupture.

Reason #1 why we moved here plays out in yet another way - family there when you need them.

So we're going to have Christmas on Saturday instead. Thankfully, our kids have no idea what today is or what it really brings as far as loot, so they'll never know the difference.