It was around 8 or 8:30 in the morning. I am not sure of the exact time because Paul had just come upstairs to grab Ally from me. Ally slept in a little bit later that morning and since we had a rough night sleeping wise (more on that on a separate post) so Paul brought her downstairs while I was going to take a 30 minute nap. About 10 minutes later, just as I am getting asleep I hear a loud crash and Paul asking repeatedly - Sammy, Where'd you hit, Sammy, Where'd you hit. Sam wasn't answering back. That is probably the fastest I have ever made it downstairs from upstairs in my life.
I get downstairs and Paul has Ally on the changing table so I run over to find Sam on the floor next to the corner of the wall. He had started screaming at this point so I scooped him up to go over to the couch and he starts coughing and almost getting sick. We push his hair back and he had the biggest knot on his forehead and had an over inch verticle slit down the middle. The crazy thing is it wasn't bleeding much. We got him calmed down so we could assess the damage. What was worrying me was that he seemed off during this time. He was trying to sit on my lap but misjudging the distance and really shaky.
What happened is that the goober was running with a blanket over his face, tripped, and went flying into the corner of the wall head first. Paul called the on call doctor (who happened to be his actual doctor that day) and she was great. She said most likely it wasn't anything serious but if he went over a distance of 4 feet we'd want to take him in to the ER.
So, we packed up the kids and dropped Ally off at my mom's (she only lives 1 mile from the ER) and went to the hospital for Sam. The ER was absolutely great. They took him right back and didn't look at us like we were crazy over protective parents. In fact, they called pediatrics and said that they had him hear and would it be possible for him to get a room over in the pediatric floor instead of having to stay in an ER room where he'd be more comfortable. They take us over and Sam was being so good during all of this. They were taking his temperature, checking vitals, and looking him over and he didn't get scared at all. Once we got to the pediatric room the nurses were great and brought him more cars since he wasn't letting go of the two he brought with us. The doctor was great and said they'd do a cat scan if we really wanted one but they thought we should just keep him at the hospital for a couple hours to observe him and if he wasn't showing any more signs of disorientation and was back to his normal self we could head home. So we stayed for observation and opted not to do the cat scan. He was back to his normal happy self within an hour. By the time they came back in to check him he was so cute with the nurses. He knew what the stethoscope was for and when they'd walk in he'd pull down his shirt expecting them to want to listen to his heart. And when they cleaned up his head and put a band aid on it, he showed them his other boo boo (on his knee) that had basically healed up a week ago and the nurses played along and asked him if he needed another band aid there and gave him one on his knee. He had the cutest little response of "all better" after it was put on. We were sent home a few hours later with instructions to wake him once during the night just to make sure he woke up okay.
He got his first ever Popsicle while there and loved it. I promise it looked a lot worse in person right after it happened which is why we called the doctor and the swelling had greatly gone down by the time I thought to take the photos at the hospital!
I must say Paul and I had a lovely fight on the way to the ER! And since this is my blog and not his, I can post my side of it :) Paul has a tendency to worry a lot. Sam was responsive to us after his fall so I wasn't acting crazy about going to the ER. In fact, I did decide to put my contacts in, brush my teeth, and change out of my pj's before taking Sam in! Paul was yelling at me the entire time to hurry (this seriously took me like 3 minutes...). Then he was mad we were dropping Ally off at my mom's. I'll give him this one. If it had been a more serious injury Ally would have came with us until we could have some one pick her up. However, I thought Sam would be okay if we took the extra 5-10 minutes to drop Ally off at my mom's house so we wouldn't be worried about her while there as well. And this way she got her normal morning nap, and could get down and play. Because there is no way I would have let her crawl around on the hospital floor! So, while I am in talking to my mom and giving her the basic instructions (again inside for like 2-3 minutes) Paul is getting more and more mad. He thought that I wasn't taking it seriously enough and I thought that he was completely stressing everyone out. I get that he was really scared for Sam, and I appreciate that, but in a crisis situation he tends to go 100 miles a minute and gets so worked up it is really stressful. I tried to compensate for that where I was taking things really slow and didn't want to freak Sam out. He really picks up on our emotions and if we went in calm, he wouldn't freak out. Or at least I was hoping that was the case! But, once we actually made it to the ER and they took Sam back right away, Paul really started to calm down. So that was good! And yes... I probably could have cut a few minutes off our time getting to the hospital as well... if it was a more serious situation we'd have been there first without even calling an on call doctor or getting changed!
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