We earned out title yesterday

Ok Happy Thursday everyone. As you all know by now the name of this blog is Welcome to my Crazy Life. Well we earned that name yesterday. The weather was amazing yesterday so we were outside playing. Running around the yard. Playing with the ball's from the ball pit, filled the water table with the ball pit balls, just enjoying one of the last pretty play outside days of 2011.


THEN


BAM



SCREAM


I spin around and Willa Grace has  fallen  jumped off the Adirondack patio chair face first SPLAT. Concrete meet Willa Grace's face. Willa Grace meet concrete.

In the time it takes me to go from one side of the patio to the other her eye is black and there is a knot on her forehead. She stops screaming when I pick her up, simply lays her head on my shoulder and closes her eyes. Oh no little girl, no sleeping on a head injury. So I pull her away from me to look at her and run inside telling Wyatt to "follow mommy" yeah right, and hunt down my phone. Call the doctor.

Nurse: Is she bleeding?

Me: No

Nurse: Did she loose consciousness?

Me: No.

Nurse: Ok is she slurring her speech or stumbling as she walks

Me: Um she is 16 months old so yeah.

Nurse: (giggle) no more than normal though?

Me: No

(at this point I am starting to feel better)

Nurse: ok well doesn't sound like we need to see her. She could develop a black eye over the next couple of hours.

Me: um her eye was black before I even picked her up off the ground.

Pause....

Nurse: um....

Pause.... (no body likes the pause people)

Nurse: Let me talk to Dr Hawse and call you back.

wait wait wait, call them back an hour later

Nurse: I am so sorry I thought someone had called you. Dr Hawse says you need to get her to UK hospital NOW. An instant black eye can be a sign of a skull fracture.

Ok staying calm YEAH RIGHT.... What happened next is sort of a blur I know my neighbor Shannon was there and so was my sister and I was driving and I hate the new layout of UK ER.

Get her back to a room, torture her through vitals, wait for daddy who is moving his car from the ER to the parking garage 2 blocks away then running back and getting my car and repeat.

1st doctor comes in checks her, makes her mad, tells us they try and avoid radiation at this age so they want to keep her there, give her a drink and snacks and watch her for a few hours.

1 hour later, enter doctor 2. He is the ER pediatric attending. He does the same things to her, again makes her mad, and again tells us they don't like to expose them to radiation at this age if they don't have to so they want to watch her for another hour and if she is still eating ok and walking around ok we can go home. So we spent an hour playing peekaboo, pawpaw and cousin Abby came to keep us company, we rode the little red car up and down the hall, ran around after a nurse who thought it was super funny. A little after 6, a little more than 2 hours after checking in, we got to leave. No fractures, hard head, no more monkeys jumping on the bed (or patio chair).

This morning I found on standing on a diaper box. Lord give me strength.