Let me just set up this scene for you:
Home from our cruise for 4 days before we find ourselves boarding a plane to Florida.
Again.
This time with all 3 kiddos in tow.
After a long plane ride, nasty airport food and lots of “Are we in Disneyworld yets?” we board a taxi.
Total de ja vu from a week ago.
The hotel is amazing and after waiting in the long line to check in, we ride the glass elevator up to our little suite that overlooks the pool.
Scratch that.
POOLS!!
The kids immediately start stripping off their clothes and running back towards the elevator all suited up.
We take a once around at all the options and settle on a nice little shallow kiddie pool.
Looks harmless enough.
Mom is the photographer (nothing new here) while Dad gets to dive in with the kids (nothing new there either).
I get a few mediocre shots of Dad with timid E, and the other two back flopping into the water.
Haha, Dad still has his awesome shoulder sunburn from when Mom ‘lathered’ him up in the Caribbean.
Then they all 4 start goofing off.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see M ‘bump’ his head on the edge of the pool.
He screams like a siren.
Just like he does if his toe gets stepped on.
I calmly put the camera down and Dad beats me to him, shhh-shing him in the process.
But a flash of white and then lots of red tell me it is not good at all.
We’ve been in the pool for about 5 minutes.
The personnel ask lots of questions before they whisk D and M off (after a blessing) in a hotel car to the E.R.
I stay back, bathe the babies and put them down for bed with bad reception on my phone, as I attempt to update family as D updates me.
E wakes up and vomits all over the carpet.
C wakes up while I’m cleaning it.
A serious scrub, some shots, a CT scan, 8 stitches (4 internal, 4 external) and 5 hours later, they return.
He didn’t even cry.
Just went straight for the suckers.
What a trooper.
Welcome to Florida, Disneyworld 2011!
