It started on Tuesday, we were at a family members house helping them with an outside project. The kids were pretending they were Kings and Queens, drinking tea and talking in the most adorable English accent. When the other wife went inside to make everyone dinner for helping, the kids went in and started playing downstairs. After a few minutes the girls come out and tell me, still talking in an English Accent that my son had fallen. When I went inside the house, he was with the wife. I saw the fear on her face, but when our son turned to look at me I was not prepared for what I was going to see.
He had fallen and hit under his eye on the couch arm rest which is solid wood. It was so swollen that when I came in the back door I could see it from across the house. I yelled for the girls to go get my husband, and started running for our car with him. We went to the emergency room to be told that he had a concussion and a possible fracture in the orbital or sinus bones, but with the swelling being so great they couldn't tell. A few hours later he started having trouble speaking. My husband and I started sleeping in shifts so he was watched 24 hours a day.
The next morning his eye was completely swollen shut, new symptoms were coming up, and we called the PCP as soon as her office opened and she told us to get him in now. Through her evaluation she noticed the trouble speaking, some sentences he couldn't complete, other words he was saying wrong (i.e "nope" became "lope"), he was so tired and out of it, trouble regulating his body temp, and he was having uncontrollable muscle twitching, especially while he slept. I was scared out of my mind but trying to be strong until she started asking him questions. He could answer things about the past, but when she asked whose lap was he sitting on (mine) he couldn't answer. She looked at me with great concern on her face and told me that yes he had a concussion, and agreed a possible fracture, but she was concerned about a bleed in his brain and sent him for a CT, this is when I lost it. My personal belief is to never ask for prayers, if someone wants to pray for us out of the goodness of their heart it is appreciated, but I feel soliciting prayers makes them less genuine. However going through this I broke my rule and started asking people for pray for our little boy.
We received the news that night that his CT was negative. No brain bleed, no fracture which ruled out a bone fragment floating to his brain that they were also concerned about and we were ecstatic. Later that night his eye opened, and I was so happy to see both of his beautiful brown eyes looking up at me. We were warned to watch for symptoms of the concussion worsening, one being vomiting spells. The ER Dr. and our PCP both told us one vomiting spell with a concussion was ok, but any more than that he needed to see a Dr. Starting at 4 am the next morning, every 2 hours like clock work he was vomiting, and had started calling his dad by the wrong name, he was no longer "daddy" but "sissy". We called the Dr. on call and he said to get him back to the ER. We were so happy when he checked out ok, and since then has been on the mend. His speech is back to normal, the twitching is less and less, and he is using all of our correct names. He is still having trouble with loud noises and light, and of course the massive shiner with bruising on the whole left side of his face. This is to be expected but I will take it any day over what we have been going through.
I still really appreciate all the prayers said by so many people, some who knew us and others that didn't. As the messages started pouring in, and people telling us they were praying for him I lost it again. If any of you who said prayers, sent healing vibes, hugs, or checked on him through this are reading this blog post, I can't explain how much it meant to me. Thank You doesn't seem to be enough to say to you, but I can say your kindness will always be remembered.