Yesterday the boys and I spent 5 hours in the Emergency Room. We were there through nap time, snack time and dinner time with no naps and no food or drink. Unfortunately, B was out of town and couldn't be there. But, on a positive note, everyone is okay!
We went to the playground yesterday after lunch because the sun was shining and it has finally warmed up. Right as we were about to leave, N tripped and hit his head on a metal pole. I ran over and picked him up, he gave three weak cries and then his head was on my chest, his eyes were closed and he was silent. I said his name three times before his eyes opened, a little rolled back in his head, and then he slowly focused in on me. It was the weirdest few seconds of my life. We rushed back home (a four block walk) and called the pediatrician who confirmed that we should head to the ER. By 2, we were at the ER. By 2:30, we had been through triage. By 3:30, we were in a room. By 4:30, we'd seen a doctor who ordered a CAT scan. Although N seemed fine, she was concerned because of those 3 seconds of possible loss of conscious. Unfortunately, the child in line in front of him was having a rough time with the CAT scan and we didn't get in to the CAT scan until 6:30. Luckily, N did great. He got wrapped up like a little burrito with a little turban. His eyes got big when he started moving, but he didn't fight it and everything went smoothly. Luckily, the CAT scan showed a little swelling, but nothing major and no bleeding. By 7:00 we were on our way home with orders to wake N up every 1-2 hours during the night and to watch for any further signs of head trauma. Luckily, N did great and is fine again today. Both boys did remarkably well during our 5 hours considering they were tired, hungry and scared. It was a crazy, not fun, stressful afternoon, but in the end all is well. And for that, I am so grateful.