Things That Go Bump In The Night

I interrupt my regularly scheduled post (which was going to be a good one) with news from the ER. Technically we are no longer in the ER, and that makes me happy.

Let's see. It turns out Garrett's baseball swing has improved tremendously. It's just kind of a pity we had to figure that out shortly after the bat collided with Grant's forehead. The swelling was instant, and it wasn't pretty. Grant was in pain (obviously), and Claire and Garrett about lost it when they got a glimpse of the goose egg he had. I must admit I wasn't overly calm--it looked bad. I had to snap out of it a little to try and get those two under control. My real dilemma was whether or not he needed medical help. Max had to take Grant to the back to get him away from all the hysterics. Luckily, my mom and Trish were both at the house when it happened. They offered to help out with the kids if we wanted to take him in to be seen.

After a few more minutes, my mother insisted that we take him and fast! Being the sapient woman that she is, we listened. Honestly, I would not usually take my child to the ER for a bump on the forehead delivered by a baseball bat, but this was a special one. Also, I've watched too many medical dramas and started imagining all the internal bleeding taking place. Max said it was every bit as big as a golf ball, and it was really wide.

Before you say to yourself, "That doesn't look that big," realize it was so so much bigger in real life. I showed Max this picture right after I took it and he immediately said it didn't show the true size. Also, after sitting in ER for a while, the swelling did go down. Can you believe he got the lump of all lumps and I don't even have a good picture to show for it? Adult Grant will be so disappointed in his mother. Oh wait, are you guys thinking I'm silly for taking my camera to the ER? How mean! I take it everywhere! And in my defense, if he had been choking or bleeding profusely I would not have even looked for it. What kind of mother do you think I am? I wish I had the conversation recorded between the boys on the phone. It really was beyond precious. Grant kept telling Garrett that it was OK and that it was only an accident. Melted me. After seeing the doctor, it took near an hour to get discharged. This is Grant looking to see if the nurse is coming (and he wasn't.)

In summary, all's well that ends well. I get to revive him in a few hours to make sure he'll come to. (How lovely.) As long as he doesn't have any of the scary symptoms on the discharge papers any time in the next 48 hours, we should be in the clear. Don't think I enjoyed hearing him say, right before going to bed, "My tummy hurts." Please pray for a complication-free next two days and watch out for swinging bats!