On Monday, Zerin was playing with his cousins in the treehouse, and he took a little tumble...considering it's an 80 foot treehouse, his 10-15 foot fall was relatively small. In fact, he didn't even come tell me he had gotten hurt for over an hour (after his cousins left) because he didn't want to miss out on playing with them.
I, being the awesome mom I am, assumed it wasn't too horrible of an injury if he had waited that long to come and tell me about it. He complained about a headache, but that was about it. Tuesday brought more headaches, and rib pain, along with some unusual laziness. Same thing with yesterday. So when he woke up today and there was no change, I took him to our urgent care. When they heard it had to do with his head, they sent us straight to Primary Children's. Seven hours later, we were one of the lucky ones that got to leave. He has a moderate concussion, and some organ bruising and swelling. Thankfully, nothing too serious. There is nothing like a trip to the ER to make you feel incredibly grateful for how easy your life really is. I saw children in pretty bad shape, parents being given horrible news, siblings who unfortunately knew their way around the hospital pretty well (they had been there quite a while). I just must need this reminder more frequently than most :)
5 comments:
What a tough cookie. Hope he is feeling better soon and hope your skies are a little clearer in the days to come.
I have to admit that I have a panic attack just thinking about that tree house! And anytime you go to Primary's there is always someone so much worse off than you. Always a humbling experience.
He is now in the club of the lucky few who have fallen from grandpa's treehouse :)
That sounds very painful! What a trooper! He is a tough one! I have never been to Primay's with one of my own, just for other reason and I too am always so grateful for my life. It is such a sad place!
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