Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Baby go boom...

We had an "adventurous" night (one of many to come as my friend, R, mom to two rambunctious boys tells me who has had the blessing of bringing one into the ER for one hurt only to have him hurt himself a different way while waiting to be seen!). I put L to nap in his swing and jotted out to Target to pick up some wrapping paper, lights, etc. Half way down the seasonal aisle, my phone (miraculously picked up a signal) and rang. J told me that L had fallen out of his swing. He had heard a thud (he was upstairs) and then crying. He ran down the stairs, followed quickly by Sadie, scooped up L and comforted him like a superhero dad. He stopped crying within a few minutes (again superhero dad). I left my stuff in the aisle and the signal dropped by the time I walked just a few aisles from where I was standing. I got home quickly and held the little guy. He seemed a bit fussier than usual, but still curious and easily cajoled into smiles.

We called the after hours care line and Jim talked to the on call nurse, explaining in detail how many feet and inches the swing was off the ground and contemplating whether or not he fell on his side or on his head. They said that we could either watch him for several symptoms or bring him into urgent care to be checked out. But because he's been a bit fussier than normal the past few days b/c he has a little cold (undoubtedly from the airplane trip), we just didn't feel comfortable unless a medical doctor took a look at him, rather than a PhD and an ABD staring at him. And, Sadie has been closer and "lickier" to him and waited by the front door until we came back from urgent care--just her den mother protective instinct kicking in.

The Rx: He has a little bruise, bump, and scratch on the back of his head. He also has a little flat spot (though the flat spot could be from how he lays on his side at night too hard to tell). So we need to watch the bruise and bump and make sure that they don't turn into a huge one and pay attention to any behavioral or sleep differences. They also gave us a sample of baby Tylenol to give him to help with his probably headache. Right now, he is sleeping soundly.

The upshot: Now he'll have the quintessential childhood trauma of having fallen on his head to blame us for and for us to tell him back, "sure does explain a few things"

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I am proud of the way that you handled this. Kids scare you (mine do everyday) and you need to just take a deep bretah, evaulate the situation and then take action. That is exactly what you did. Our kids are going to blame us for everything, but at least you can pin-point when it all started (hahaha). Give him a big hug and kiss for me. And you too.