I love this boy.......
When I went to pickup the kids from the nursery at church I found Bear in the bathroom with Lisa. He said he wasn't feeling well. I really knew he wasn't feeling well when they said he wouldn't eat his cupcake for snack. Around 12:30 he threw up all over himself and Jeffrey. From the point on he continued to throw up a lot. In about a 24 hour period he threw up 11 or 12 times. The boy was s-i-c-k. He started complaining of a headache, which he has never done before. He just laid around the house doing nothing. Anytime I tried to get him to eat he said no. If you know Bear then you know how unlike him that is. Now I won't swear on this but it is very likely that his first words were "I'm hungry" and it's also likely that my very first words to him were "Bear, could you please settle down". The child is a ball of hungry non-stop energy.
Brendon has always been a very health child. The first time he got sicksick he was close to a year old. In his nearly three years on this Earth I would say he has probably been sick 4 or 5 times.
Since he still wasn't feeling well on Monday he got to watch movie after movie after T.V. show. Even after I turned the T.V. off he still laid around on the couch. I sat down and put his head in my lap while I was talking to Jeff. I started rubbing his head when I felt the mushy spot and then it hit me.................he hit his head on Saturday. I couldn't feel his skull and he was throwing up and lethargic and I was in panic mode.
As I am sure I have mentioned once, or maybe a hundred times before, Jeff being the logically one got me together. He told me to call my mom and have her come immediately. As soon as she got to our home we left and headed straight to the ER. After the first check by some EMT's we were sent back to the waiting room and waited for 2 1/2 hours, which I am sure I will post about on another day. Bear wouldn't let Jeff or I hold him. He just curled up in his own chair and slept. It broke my heart that he wouldn't let me snuggle with him. I tried to remain calm by reminding myself that he had hit his Saturday and we have made it this far and things would be fine, while the other side me was just sick. I sat there being so angry with myself. For nearly six years I worked in daycare and received first aide training I know what I am suppose to do if a child hits their head and I didn't. I know when I child hits their head all the things I am to look for and didn't. When Bear rocked back in the chair he was playing in, subsequently hitting his head on concrete he didn't black out or anything but he did cry a lot. I looked him over and didn't find a mark or a bump. He whole face was red but the kids had been out in the sun and were playing hard. I just blew Bear off because he hadn't had a nap and was cranky. So I sat there in the waiting room kicking myself for not checking him again later, not checking his pupils, not being a better mother.
We were finally taken back to a triage. At this point it was around 10:30pm. Just a few feet away a child was getting stitches and screaming. I felt sorry for Bear not really know what was going on. He just wanted to go home. A doctor came to see us to let us know Bear would be getting a CAT scan. He felt of Bear's head and told us the scan would let us know how much the skull was hurt and if we would need a surgery to push it back out. As soon as he left Jeffrey and I both began weeping.
The CAT scan was horrible. Bear had to lay down on the table and be strapped down to it. He just screamed and cried and begged to be let up. To hear you child say, "Mommy can you please come get me. Please help me out of here." is heartbreaking. It was our job to get him to be still so the tech could take the pictures. Bear was so afraid. We tried to get him to close his eyes and relax but the machine would start to move and he would begin to struggle against the restraints again.
We were sent back to the triage to wait for the neurologist to read the CAT scan. They came back to let us know that their was no break in the skull but there had been some bleeding. They wanted us to stay over night so they could watch him. Since he still wasn't eating they wanted him to be able to hold down food before he left. An IV need to be inserted to get him hydrated again. This was just as bad if not worse than the CAT scan. He sat in my lap while Jeff held his legs. Another man held the hand the IV would be put in while another woman held that arm. He was hysterical, screaming, crying coughing from exertion. "You're hurting me! Please stop! Please let go of me!"
We were transported another part of the hospital to stay the night. I got to sleep in his bed with him. The next day the neurologist's assistant came to see us and this is what we learned....
We are just praising God, it could have been so much worse. I don't always understand God's ways and I know I never will. All I can do is hope and pray that if his will had been different that I would continue to praise Him.
Brendon has always been a very health child. The first time he got sicksick he was close to a year old. In his nearly three years on this Earth I would say he has probably been sick 4 or 5 times.
Since he still wasn't feeling well on Monday he got to watch movie after movie after T.V. show. Even after I turned the T.V. off he still laid around on the couch. I sat down and put his head in my lap while I was talking to Jeff. I started rubbing his head when I felt the mushy spot and then it hit me.................he hit his head on Saturday. I couldn't feel his skull and he was throwing up and lethargic and I was in panic mode.
As I am sure I have mentioned once, or maybe a hundred times before, Jeff being the logically one got me together. He told me to call my mom and have her come immediately. As soon as she got to our home we left and headed straight to the ER. After the first check by some EMT's we were sent back to the waiting room and waited for 2 1/2 hours, which I am sure I will post about on another day. Bear wouldn't let Jeff or I hold him. He just curled up in his own chair and slept. It broke my heart that he wouldn't let me snuggle with him. I tried to remain calm by reminding myself that he had hit his Saturday and we have made it this far and things would be fine, while the other side me was just sick. I sat there being so angry with myself. For nearly six years I worked in daycare and received first aide training I know what I am suppose to do if a child hits their head and I didn't. I know when I child hits their head all the things I am to look for and didn't. When Bear rocked back in the chair he was playing in, subsequently hitting his head on concrete he didn't black out or anything but he did cry a lot. I looked him over and didn't find a mark or a bump. He whole face was red but the kids had been out in the sun and were playing hard. I just blew Bear off because he hadn't had a nap and was cranky. So I sat there in the waiting room kicking myself for not checking him again later, not checking his pupils, not being a better mother.
We were finally taken back to a triage. At this point it was around 10:30pm. Just a few feet away a child was getting stitches and screaming. I felt sorry for Bear not really know what was going on. He just wanted to go home. A doctor came to see us to let us know Bear would be getting a CAT scan. He felt of Bear's head and told us the scan would let us know how much the skull was hurt and if we would need a surgery to push it back out. As soon as he left Jeffrey and I both began weeping.
The CAT scan was horrible. Bear had to lay down on the table and be strapped down to it. He just screamed and cried and begged to be let up. To hear you child say, "Mommy can you please come get me. Please help me out of here." is heartbreaking. It was our job to get him to be still so the tech could take the pictures. Bear was so afraid. We tried to get him to close his eyes and relax but the machine would start to move and he would begin to struggle against the restraints again.
We were sent back to the triage to wait for the neurologist to read the CAT scan. They came back to let us know that their was no break in the skull but there had been some bleeding. They wanted us to stay over night so they could watch him. Since he still wasn't eating they wanted him to be able to hold down food before he left. An IV need to be inserted to get him hydrated again. This was just as bad if not worse than the CAT scan. He sat in my lap while Jeff held his legs. Another man held the hand the IV would be put in while another woman held that arm. He was hysterical, screaming, crying coughing from exertion. "You're hurting me! Please stop! Please let go of me!"
We were transported another part of the hospital to stay the night. I got to sleep in his bed with him. The next day the neurologist's assistant came to see us and this is what we learned....
- he had no fractor
- he does have a concussion
- the swelling he has is between the skull and scalp and not on the brain (very good)
- he has some bleeding around the brain, not from his brain but from the matter between your brain and your skull
- his body will eventually reabsorb the blood
- we will need to go back to the hospital in a month for another CAT scan
- a week later I will have an appt with the neurologist
- in the next two weeks it is a possibility he could have a seizure
- for a month no biking, climbing, wrestling, tumbling, being on anything he could fall from, pretty much no being a boy :) nothing that could cause him to hurt his head again.
We are just praising God, it could have been so much worse. I don't always understand God's ways and I know I never will. All I can do is hope and pray that if his will had been different that I would continue to praise Him.
He sucked his thumb so much while we were there I was sure when he pulled it out all we would find was bone.
They finally let him eat and man did he love those graham crackers with peanut butter.
They missed each other.
Thank you, thank you, thank you mom for coming so quickly and taking care of Kati and Timothy.
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