I was getting the kids to swim at the Y, where oli is a newly minted member of the Stingrays adaptive swim team. On our way in, we were a) running late and b) kids were in trouble, since Oli had rolled himself into the street while I was getting miles out of the car and Mac took it upon herself to reprimand him. Once we got to the sidewalk, oli rolled one wheel into the grass. Since I was holding Miles (first time ever walking inside not using infant seat or stroller), I asked Mac get him out of the grass. One push later, he was headed toward the curb at a fast speed. I reached out to grab him, and just kept going. I crash landed in the gutter. I'm sure it was a spectacular site. Luckily, oli had stopped himself, so it was only miles and I who went down.
I got up shaken and sore, but okay. Miles started crying, but stopped after less than a minute. Mac was a wreck, apologizing b/c she had pushed Oli so hard. I told her it was okay, and after a minute of checking on and calming everyone, we went inside.
We headed into the locker room, where the janitor saw us and (much to my embarrassment) got the lifeguard to come bandage my elbow, which was bleeding. Miles seemed okay, and Mac swore he hadn't hit his head, but I called the doctor anyway. I was pretty sure he had hit it, and it was all red on one side (even though his head is sometimes red from leaning in the carseat, so I wasn't sure it was red from the fall or not). At first they said to take him to the ER, but I asked if we could just watch for a while and see how he was, since he seemed okay. The doctor agreed and said they would call back later. Mac and Oli swam, and I fed Miles. He ate like a champ, and didn't pass out, which I took as a good sign.
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| Miles' red head |
After we got home and started dinner, the doctor's office called back. They said I didn't have to take him in, but gave me an extremely long list of things to look for and do, including waking him up a few times throughout the night to make sure he could be roused and hadn't vomited in his sleep. Talk about parental triggers -- I think they hit them all. They basically said, "Well, we would take him, but if you don't want to, it is all on you." So I took him.
Three kids in tow, I traipsed to the ER. Anytime the kids and I go somewhere, I joke that we are the world's longest parade. I feel like we must be such a site. However, just when I thought I might be the biggest spectacle in the ER, I saw a mom with 5 kids. I felt like an amateur.
Tim met us at the hospital and took Mac and Oli home to bed. Miles saw two doctors, and while they debated doing a CAT scan, ultimately sent us home. We were home by 11. A scary day, but it all worked out in the end.
