Before Jay and I left for Boston, I typed up a letter stating who could authorize medical treatment for our children while we were gone. I gave a copy of the letter, along with copies of insurance cards, hotel reservations, and flight information to both Cami and my mom, hoping they wouldn't have to use them. Unfortunately, Saturday afternoon, Emma's heel met the sharp edge of a door, and they didn't get along. She needed stitches, so Cami took her to the ER. The lady in admitting said that even with the letter of authorization, date of birth, and copy of insurance information, she didn't know if they could do anything because Cami wasn't a relative. Are you kidding me? This was all happening as we were sitting on the plane ready to leave Boston, but waiting for clearance due to the bad weather. Our flight was delayed about an hour, and we had already been asked to turn off cell phones, so Cami couldn't reach us. The hospital, after 45 minutes of dealing with the lady in admitting, recruited a nice gentleman who looked at the paperwork, said that was all they needed, and got Emma into the back to get her taken care of. Cami knew everyone in the back because her twin brother worked in the ER there. They were extra nice to Emma, and gave her lots of numbing medication. She had a lot of bleeding, and can't walk very well, and can't wear tennis shoes (no PE for a few weeks), but is handling her first trauma well. Cami has more pictures that I'll have to get.
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