I spent several hours late this afternoon and evening at the hospital with my son, Little Boy. I am wiped out. Drained, both emotionally and physically. Praise the Lord he’s home asleep in his own bed.
About 3:45pm I was sitting at the breakfast bar, typing an email to my Tupperware lady, when he tried to climb up into the barstool next to me (he does that all the time). He was almost up and then he fell off, hitting the side of his head on the hard tile floor. He didn’t cry and wasn’t moving a whole lot. I quickly scooped him up and held him while he whimpered. He then started to convulse for about ten seconds. Nothing extreme, but definitely not just a little shaking. He wouldn’t focus his eyes on me and he was getting very pale. I knew it was a good idea to get some help.
I quickly called my mom to tell her to get over here quick (she lives 15 minutes away) and then called 911, the emergency number in America. They told me to lay him down on his side and keep him still. No problem since he wasn’t moving much at all, except for some slight movements in his hands and feet. Still very pale. Took about two minutes for the fire department to arrive (I’m definitely taking them some cookies tomorrow!) and they very quickly checked him out and started getting basic information. All the while the girls were in our bedroom watching a movie. They had no idea what was going on, thank goodness.
Just a minute or so later the paramedics arrived and they took over. As a precaution they strapped him into this papoose thing to keep his head and back still. He hated it and started crying, which is of course a good sign.
I quickly ran next door to get my neighbour to watch the girls until my mom came. He was standing on his driveway, not wanting to be nosy, but he quickly came over and stayed with them while I climbed into the amulance with my screaming, scared son. My mom arrived before they even shut the doors of the ambulance.
While all this is going on Handsome called me back (I had called before but he hung up on me because he was in a meeting) and I told him what was going on and he said that he’d come home straight away.
Skip ahead a bit. Handsome got to the hospital and my mom took the girls home to her house.
We waited quite a long time, ER was very busy. Lots of old people. Fortunately not a lot of trauma as the trauma cases go to another hospital. At first they were saying that Little Boy would have xray and CT scan just to make sure. But within about an hour, after he had the papoose taken off, he was walking around, laughing and jabbering, just like normal. He was obviously just fine. Doc wanted to keep him for a couple of hours just to make sure there was no change, during which time he couldn’t eat or drink anything.
Finally Doc comes and pronounces him fine. Says to keep an eye out for any changes, but otherwise no problem. We left the hospital shortly after 7.
Shortly after Handsome arrived, we started getting calls and text messages from people from his work. He works for a Christian company and they had sent out a prayer request to all staff, so they were checking on things. And Handsome called the worship band to cancel practice, but they decided to go ahead and practice without him. At about 5:45 my dad came in, obviously straight from work (he works for the same company as Handsome). He said that it’s probably a good thing that they hadn’t told him earlier or he would have walked out of the board meeting and come to the hospital earlier. Board meetings are a pretty big deal around that place, so it is obvious that Little Boy ranks very, very highly in importance on Dad’s list. And our pastor came as well, with his father who happened to be in town for the same board meeting.
Now that things have settled down and we’re back at home, I’m reflecting on a few things.
1. Having a support network is so important. What would I have done if I didn’t trust my neighbour? Or what if he wasn’t at home? What if my mom wasn’t in town? Who would I have called? I’m going to think about these things and put them in writing.
2. I need to teach Precious how to use the phone to call 9-1-1.
3. Always keep the diaper bag packed and ready to go. Fortunately it was. And praise the Lord my phone was charged! But I had put my phone charger in my purse this morning for some reason. Now I know why
4. Having people call and text really is comforting. Having our pastor come by within 90 minutes of us getting to the hospital is comforting. Having my dad pray with us at the bedside is comforting. Having people call us to ask if we need anything at the hospital is comforting. So when I know of people that are in crisis, I need to call. Even if I think it might be awkward, I need to do it.
so, I’m off to bed. Tomorrow the kids and I will be making cookies for the fire department guys to say thank you. We’ll be just staying home and taking it easy. And I’ll be cherishing every moment with those three precious people.