When Injury Comes a Knocking.

Let me first say he is doing ok.

Yesterday I got the phone call that no one wants to get that your child is hurt and bleeding. Alex was at a friends house playing outside. Apparently, he got hit with a metal bat in the forehead and split his head open. The mom called me while her mother was holding Alex and he was bleeding pretty bad. Howard had just left to run an errand so I told him to turn around. He went to pick up Alex because by time I got the other two in the car he'd have already been there.
Five minutes later I call to see if they were going to go right to the ER or whether he was coming home first. The moment I saw the cut and the bump I knew we had to go for stitches or the glue. I was terrified that his seizure disorder was going to rear its ugly head and he'd have a seizure. Alex was crying and by accident when I reached into my pocketbook to make sure I had my phone it went flying and went into the dogs water bowl. Howard if you are reading this it really was me not Evan. Don't be mad I know this is the second phone in a week that has been broken or lost.
Anyways, it must have been the day for kids with head injuries at the hospital. There was a girl that has hit with a softball and another little boy that we know cut his head on a screw. After an hour of being left in the waiting room we finally were called in. The ER was jammed with people on stretchers in the hallway. I was lucky they gave us a room with a TV.
The doctor wanted to give us a choice of doing a CT or an observation for several hours to determine if he had more that a concussion. I chose an observation when the doctor relayed the risk of brain cancer after CT in children. Unfortunately without a phone I had no way to call anyone to give updates or even ask for someone to come and sit with us.
Later that night Howard came in with Matt and Evan to see what was going on. We were still waiting for them to glue his cut shut and finish the observation period. A kind soul brought in a vcr and tv so Alex could watch something other than the few adult channels that ER tv had.
Luckly, the glue held so stitches weren't needed. I am sure Alex or I would have melted down if they had to do that. I have a soft place for Alex since he is my more sensitive child.
I desperately wanted to call Lisa and have the supportive sister that I once knew by myside. When I got home I put Alex's situation on facebook. You can always tell who is there for you with who responds back in times of trouble. When I read a response from a family member who said I hope he is ok I couldn't stop crying. We were so lucky that it wasn't worse. And all you want around you is your family and friends to say we care.
I am sure this is will not be a one time trip as a parent but hopefully next time I don't trash my phone in the process.