I got a call today at work (as I did last Friday) that Jude had to go into the doctor yet again. This time, it was more serious than an orange juice overdose. Little Jude was tearing down the stairs and through the living room and tripped and hit his head smack dab in the middle of his ear on the corner of the coffee table. Thankfully, Andy’s dad was in the area so he came and babysat the little boys while Andy loaded Jude up and picked me up from work. We went to the ER. We waited and waited and waited. Clearly, if it had been a real emergency, we would have gone by ambulance so that we could get right in. He had to be physically restrained by some giant velcro device and a grown man and me while the nurse sewed him up. All the while, Jude verbally assaulted the nurse screaming that she was, “a bad doctor,” a “dumb doctor” and demanded to let him leave. He even yelled at me and Andy, “Stop distracting me!” He didn’t want us to try to get his mind off of what was happening. The stitches took forever to get done and Jude ended up literally dripping with sweat at the end of it. 5 hours later we emerged with Jude and his 6 new stitches.