A Heart Attack

Yesterday was a big day for a couple of reasons.

1.  Isaac started swimming lessons for the first time.  His report was that he loved it.  His favorite part was splashing.  And, his teacher told him he is wild.  He totally was and is.  As evident by number two on the list.

2.  We had our first accident related ER visit.  Ben was so cute yesterday morning and during breakfast said "mommy, my have an idea."  Turns out he had several ideas beginning with "we should take a walk on my bike."  And that we should go to the splash pad, read books, and take Isaac to swimming.  He charted out the day for us all.  So after swimming and lunch we strapped on the helmets and headed for the cul-de-sac near our house for some bike riding.

Isaac loves to see how fast he can turn circles.  Problem is, he hasn't quite figured out that turning circles sometimes causes him to hit his peddle into the ground.  He's had a few close calls with falling while doing that but yesterday he managed to take a really good dig.  Problem again was that he took it mostly to the head.  It truly was the scariest thing I've witnessed as a parent.  I quickly ran to him from my shady spot on the sidewalk.  He was crying and was having a hard time telling me what hurt.  He said his head hurt but wouldn't stand up.  I couldn't figure out if he'd hurt a limb or what.  I finally got him standing but he was shaky.  His poor little head hit so hard and then bounced a couple times.  Not good.

I was asking him questions on the way home trying to assess things and that just made him cry even harder and he told me it was making it worse.  We made it home and then I could really tell something was up.  He looked at the stairs, where earlier that morning the workers installing our windows had covered the carpet with plastic protector, and said "oh they covered the stairs."  He was acting like he hadn't watched them do it and had no memory of it.  So then I started asking if he could remember other things about the morning, like swimming lessons.  Not so much.  And he looked so scared that he couldn't remember.  It was sad and scary.

So I called Jacob and told him he needed to bring the van back.  He had taken it to work in the afternoon so he could fill it up for with gas for me.  That's nice of him.  I then also called the nurse at our Dr's office who said we should go to the ER.  Jacob came home and stayed with Ben and I headed to the ER with Isaac.

While we were in the waiting room he sort of flipped a switch from sad, tired, sitting calmly, Isaac back to his regular self.  He started playing with toys and having a little more inflection in his speech and seemed to be remembering things about the morning again.

The Dr said he was probably fine.  They told us all the usual things to look for in a head injury and sent us on our way.  Isaac has complained on and off today of a headache but aside from that seems to be his usual self.

All in all it was probably more traumatic for me than for him.  He still doesn't really remember falling.  I on the other hand, have a very vivid picture of his little body hitting the ground.  So glad he was okay, and so glad Jacob has a flexible job.

I do have a feeling this is the first of many accidents requiring ER services in our family's future.  I can't seem to calm my two monkey boys.

I guess the swim teacher was absolutely right.  He is wild.