Trip to the ER!

we'll all fine, but here's why we went in...

Eric has swim lessons, monday and wednesday, at 1. we need to leave the house by 12:30 to get there on time.

Alton was sleeping in his bed. I went to get him, pack him a lunch, and off we go, right?

Well.

Heading into the kitchen, I tripped, and we fell. He landed on his face. Bloodied his nose, bloodied his lip, cryin like a baby banshee. Now, I know his cryin, and this was a whole new level of baby cryin.

So I tell Eric, "Sorry, hon, but we're gonna have to skip swim lessons." . . .and now he's cryin. I'm on the floor, baby banshee on my lap, disappointed eight year old next to me, both of them sobbing.

Ok, I cannot deal with two of them, so I tell Eric we'll see what happens when Alton gets in his car seat--the bleedin's stopped.

We head to the Urgent Care, and in the car, Eric mentions that Alton's "a sleepy baby." So I tell the nurse that at UC, she tells the dr, and the dr basically says, "you really want the ER, since they do CT scans and we don't and he needs one."

So we load up again and head to the ER. Once we get in the ER, he's all "I'm so cute and happy" baby. I'm thinking, "ugh, we could totally leave. He's obviously fine." but instead, we spend two hours there--and get a CT scan--before we are excused with, "He's obviously fine."

A toddler getting a CT scan is interesting. the techs put him on the table, then help me lay on top of him, to keep his hands and feet still. Then, I have to hold his chin, so his head stays mostly still and they can get the pictures. He cried at first, but I started singing, and the thingie started spinning, and he was quiet and almost perfectly still. It made me laugh when I realised I was singing "ashes, ashes, we all fall DOWN!"

as he gets checked out after a fall.so, yeah, he's fine. Looks kinda roughed up--looks like a prizefighter.