Yesterday we made a trip down to the emergency room because my son had tripped and hit his head on the corner of the wooden chest we have in the living room. It bled quite a bit, but with pressure, we got it to stop just as the ambulance arrived. Because we were able to get it to stop enough, they said they think it would be best if we took him the hospital ourselves, because the loud ambulance and strange people would just scare him more, because he is so little (17 months). Anyway, we get to the hospital, and we see all these people in the waiting room. One infant next to us (through me talking to the mother) had a 104 temp...in a baby under a year, that can be lethal. She had him in nothing but a diarper and onsie, and he was still boiling hot. She had been sitting there for 2 hours before we got there. While waiting our turn, a lady came in with what looked like a broken ankle, with 2 people carrying her. They asked when they could get in, and the nurse said about 4 hours. They used the phone and called one of the urgent care clinics, and they told her they would be able to see her immediately. I wish I would have thought of that instead of sitting there forever, with my husband trying to keep our son from touching the cut. I had a hard time keeping the gauze on him because I would struggle and it would start bleeding again. After 2 hours of sitting in the waiting room, I went up to the nurse as nicely as I could and told her that my son NEEDED to be seen sooner because he keeps bumping the cut, and it keeps bleeding, and I am sure they don't want blood to get onto anyone else or the chairs or anything. It wasn't bleeding that bad, but it was enough to get all over me while trying to hold the gauze on my crying, hungry son. They wouldn't let us feed him for fear of concussion, and the possibility of having to sedate him. I know the side effects of sedation, and I didn't want him to go through that. Plus that would add 4-5 hours to the whole thing. So he's hungry, tired (it was well past his naptime), bleeding and hurting, and there's nothing we can really do to help him. I finally got upset enough that my husband went and got some milk and cookies for him. He wolfed those down in about 2 minutes. They finally called us in, and numbed his cut up, which took an hour in itself. They had to wrap him in a blanket and strap him down. He was so mad and upset, I was praying that this would not scar him emotionally. I have never heard him scream and cry like that-I had to choke back tears to keep talking to him to help at least calm him. My husband wasn't in the room while he was being stitched up because he is too squeamish, and couldn't handle hearing Nathan cry like that. He must have worn himself out, and must have been so tired, he actually fell asleep about 2 minutes before the Dr. was done. He got 8 stitches, and has to go in on friday to get checked out, and make sure there is no infection, that it is healing well, etc. The stitches will dissolve on their own. We got to the hospital at about 11 am, and didn't get home until after 5. I know that sometimes they get busy, but c'mon. One guy came in with his thumb half cut off, and they made him sit down and wait too. What is THEIR definition of an emergency?