Well day three started out like any other. We got dressed, ate breakfast and hopped on a bus. Today it was off to Animal Kingdom. We spent much of the day in the Africa section: taking the Safari trip, listening to the musicians, viewing the animals on the walking tour. Of course, we also hit the Lion King show. If you haven't seen it, it is a must see! We also caught Pocahontas and Friends which was very cute.
After the shows, we traveled to the Asia section where Dave and Ellie went on the white water rapids ride. While they enjoyed that, Jonah and I strolled through the walking tour. We saw tigers, flying foxes (large fruit bats), peacocks and a variety of other animals.
We also hit the Dinosaur section of the park. And this is where it happened. Dave helped Jonah up off the ground by holding Jonah's hand and teetering him up from a sitting position (Dave was a couple steps down from Jonah so he was more at an equal height with him). When Jonah stood up he started whining. We left the park. He whined the whole way back. I thought maybe he was tired and/or hungry. So when we got back to the resort, we fed him, gave him a dose of Tylenol and laid him down for a proper nap.
Dave of course was worried that he somehow hurt him. I figured we'd assess the situation when he woke up, but Dave was convinced we would need to go somewhere to have him checked out.
Well, when Jonah woke up, he rolled on his tummy to push himself up and started crying. That's when I knew for certain something was wrong. We called the front desk and they gave us a number to call to have someone assess the situation and see if further medical treatment was needed. We called the number and told them
"Yes, he is breathing. No he is not bleeding. Yes, he is conscious." They told us that they would send someone out to take a look at him.
Ninety seconds later we answer a knock at the door. When we open it, we find four people: an EMT, a security officer, a lifeguard and some other dude wearing protective gloves. Was it overkill. I'd say yes.
Then the fire truck shows up.
Anyway, Disney drove us to the hospital. I could write for days about our experiences there, but to summarize four hours later Jonah's nursemaids elbow was put right again and he was back to his old giggling self. I will say this though, after holding our boy for four hours (because we left in a hurry and didn't think to bring his socks and shoes) we were all very exhausted. We returned to the room around midnight. It was a very long day.
