Weird like you almost set your stove on fire decided to kidnap your husband from work an hour early only to witness your daughter carry, trip and then fall to the ground on top of your son who’s head hits the parking lot pavement full force with 100 pounds of combined body weight and inertia is not on his side?
Then the screaming and crying that ensues, vomiting – bloody goose egg forms just above where his skull meets his spinal cord on his head?
Weird like that. Only weirder because here’s where it just gets weird. WEIRD.
Aaron starts to lose color in his face and says he feels dizzy. Asks for the keys to the car, grabs them from me and practically runs to the drivers side – getting in and turning on the AC full blast.
I follow with all his gear, carrying the crying 3 year old who is limp in pain on my shoulder and asking our daughter to follow along but assuring her that none of this is actually her fault. It was an accident.
I open the side door of the mini van and get the kids inside – checking my sons head and eyes – asking him how he’s feeling and requesting that Aaron move over to the passenger side so I can drive us to the doctors office before they close.
No response. I look over my shoulder to where he’s sitting just as his body falls weightless against the door, his hands shaking without will.
I opened the door to check on him and cannot see his eyes, instead I see the whites of his eyes flickering underneath his batting eyelashes, again without will.
I start to panic. Yelling his name, no response.
Nothing. More of the same eye-rolling-backwards flailing limbs. At one point he started talking to me but I couldn’t tell you about what. He didn’t make any sense but at least his voice was responding to mine. Soon after he came to enough answer my questions: What’s your name? Where are you? Are you ok? Do you still feel dizzy? Can you stand so we can move you?
He kept asking me to make it colder (AC already blasting on high). He was confused. My kids are still sitting in the back of the car … one with an injury of his own the other with a bruised spirit for causing the fall.
I couldn’t explain this. I didn’t know what to do, what just happened?
We finally got him moved to the passenger seat and I started driving to the ER when the color came back and he said “What happened?”. Still light headed, still in need of freezing temperatures … but at least I knew who was staring back me again. I could see the life had returned to his eyes, I recognized those glassy blues.
We still headed to the ER to check out our son who was complaining of a tummy ache post fall. I was expecting to have Aaron looked at too but after we got there (and my emotional break down in the car on the way to the ER) he said he would be ok. Then our son started acting fine, too. Like – no problem at all! Let’s get ice cream! kind of fine.
We talked to the admission nurses about it – they gave us some warning signs and said it would probably be fine to go home and watch him closely (avoiding ER costs) so we did.
We’re still watching – it was a very hard hit to the back of his head and Aaron seems to be ok, resting.
Things just got weird around here today. But the stove still works and so does my sons memory and Aaron’s limbs.
I need permission to ugly cry and eat chocolate, sleep in past 7 am – not shower and watch reality television marathons for 48 hours.