About a week and a half ago, on the 19th I was at work. It was just before five o'clock and I glanced at my phone and noticed two texts from Steve. One said "SOS 911" and the other "CALL ME PLEASE!" I sort of laughed figuring it was some sort of joke but called him right away anyhow. His voice on the phone was one of panic and my heart flipped in my chest when he said "I'm bringing Garrett to the hospital. He fell. He hit his head and there's blood everywhere!" After a few questions I asked him to bring him up to my unit so I could see him. It sounded like he was alright minus the shock of it all so I figured I'd take a little look at him first and decide if he needed further examination from there...can you tell I'm a nurse?!?
He called back about five minutes later saying "I think I need to take him to the ER. He's staring off into space and not responding" Enter momma panic mode. I quickly handed off my patients and headed to the ER to meet them. My poor boy was banged up and definitely not himself. We where brought back to the room and the triage nurse looked him over a bit. The PA came in then and did a neuro work up on him. For the most part he seemed alright. A bit unsteady on his feet but his pupils and reflexes looked alright. He offered a CT scan to rule out a brain bleed/injury but due to the fact that we would have needed to sedate him for that I opted to bring him home and keep a close eye on him. I sent Steve home then with him and headed back to my floor to hand off my patients. I hurried home and he was just headed to bed when I arrived. It was a long night waking him up constantly to check on him and we ended up just letting him sleep with us, for our own piece of mind.
We had strict instructions to "keep him mellow" for a few days. *Insert snorty laugh* How in the world do you keep a 21 month old "mellow"? No amounts of Mickey or Guppies keeps my boy still. Instead we plunked him in his car seat and did some driving, a little antique picking and errand running where the only way we managed to keep him still. I'll tell you though, that was by far the scariest moment in my life. You feel so helpless in those moments, especially when you're not there. Thankfully it seems he suffered a small concussion with some bumps and bruises. My heart is beyond joyful it wasn't something more serious/life effecting.


































