Yay for the ER!

I would probably like it a lot better if it looked like this

What is it with boys trying to leave this world as quickly as they came into it?  I swear, my son has been trying to get back to Jesus ever since he left the Nirvana for babies-yet-to-be-born.  Without a question my son either thinks he is Spiderman or is trying to get bite by something radioactive that will make him Spiderman.  Correction... Iceman.  My daughter has been very explicit about his real naming being Iceman.  (For more on this strange side note feel free to read "Spiderman and his amazing friends".  It might make more sense.)

Anyway, all this comes from the fact that we spent Palm Sunday not at Church, where all the good, caring, attentive Christian parents take their wonderfully behaved kids in their cutest little sunday best.  Oh no, we were in our pj's in the ER at our local hospital.  Why might you ask?  Perhaps we were visiting a family friend, or a brand new niece or nephew was born or maybe we were just getting to know our local hospital and it's amazing staff.  Alas, this was not so...

Yeah... this wasn't us so much this Sunday.

Sunday morning I woke up early to help out at my church (yes, they actually let me help at my church and don't try to hide me and tell all the other parishioners to "pay no attention to the crazy in the corner") but my husband was complaining about being sick.  So instead of going like I should have, and therefore miss all the hullaballoo that ensued thereafter, I stayed home to nurse my sick husband back to health.  Which was easy since it only lasted about 5 seconds until we both her a loud "THUD" followed shortly by intense yet honest crying.  I have never seen my husband move so fast...EVER.

Poor kid fell out of his crib.  No biggie.  I know it sounds heartless but this kid has thrown himself off the couch onto the tile floor with not so much as a bump.  Needless to say, I wasn't immediately concerned.  So we rush in there and pick him up and try and sooth him.  He only wants my husband which honestly hurt a little.  Maybe it's because he was reading the level of concern and he realized mine was pretty low in comparison.  Like I said... heartless.

So we're soothing him and he is crying so hard he's starting to gag and I'm pretty sure vomiting is a sign of a concussion.  But I think, nah.  It's not that high.  Kids fall out of their cribs all the time.  So we take him to our room to calm down a bit and while we are laying him down in our bed the boy starts to doze off.  Ok.  Now I'm freaking out.

I'm yelling at my husband, "don't let him fall asleep!"  I'm jumping out of bed opening the blinds and yelling my son's name.  I get dressed, grab my son and start heading downstairs with the pediatrician on the phone.  Of course it's Sunday so I get the answering service.  No prob.  They usually return my call quickly.  By the time I get downstairs the boy is alert and talking to his sister who's been watching cartoons for an hour already.  I get everyone ready to get out the door just in time for my pediatrician to call me back.  They give me the OK to head to the hospital.

I was planning on making a trip out there anyway but at least now I'm armed with "My pediatrician told me to bring him in" when anyone at the hospital asks, instead of just sounding like a nervous nelly.  Anyway, all this freaking out happened mostly inside my head.  I was able to explain to my daughter that we couldn't watch "monkey george" anymore because we had to go to the doctor to make sure her brother was alright.  She didn't seem to be to convinced that he was really that important but we got her out the door with minimal fighting.

Way more important then crying brother.

The beautiful thing about an ER visit is that 90% of the times that you go there after about 3 hours you start feeling like this was a total waste of your time.   This is a good thing because if after 3 hours you're still feeling concern you may actually have a real life emergency.  Sure enough, by the time we get to the hospital and get checked in my son is his flirty, distractive self again.  Hurray... only 2 more hours until we get the CAT scans back.

Why yes, mister Stamos I will wait for hours.  With pleasure:)

So all of this to say he's fine.  The CAT scan came back normal.  He was laughing and playing like nothing had happened and most importantly he was allowed to take those oh so holy naps that we love so much.  Just for the record, if your kid falls and they are showing signs of concussion just bring them directly to the ER.  There's a good chance that your doctor won't be able to do anything in the office anyway so just let them know you are going directly.  Better to be safe then sorry.

That, and also, I'm a heartless mother.  But when it comes down to it, I know when it's appropriate to worry just enough.


Antenella