Me. Yes, that's right the worst mom of the year award goes to me. Another trip to the Emergency Room but this time its on me. Yesterday while getting Abby ready to go to school I was in a bit of a rush because we were running behind. Mostly because Abby likes to dilly dally, and for some reason she pooped in her sleeping diaper. So I had to give her an in impromptu bath. Thus putting me behind.
I set Briggs in the middle of our bed and stepped about three feet away to our bathroom. Literally I was right there, how did I not prevent it? But I got distracted somehow either doing something or with Abby I really cannot remember. I think I looked away for about a second, but within that second Briggs was falling head first off the bed.
The way he landed was awful. I was pretty sure he had a broken neck. Honestly its one of those falls that you just cringe. Before picking him up I made sure it wasn't broken, phew! Then picked him up in a stretcher type hold to immobilize him as much as possible. I laid him down and he was crying pretty hard, I calmed him some and took him with me into the closet to get my shirt, where he vomited all over me. Red Flag!! It was a lot of puke. He does puke a lot and fairly often but this one was different, he was different. I don't know how to describe it. But it was a massive amount, soaking us both. When he finished I set him down. Normally he would still cry and crawl at me but, he just sat there, staring. Red Flag!! So at this point I am freaking out knowing he probably has a concussion. I have seen enough medical shows to know that. I quickly change my clothes and strip Briggs down as well. I get Abby and Briggs in the car to take her to school. On the way there I called my pediatrician and she said to take him to the ER.
I get Abby off at school, vomit in my hair and holding a half naked baby. I had managed to get a sleeve on him while walking Abby in. I felt so Dub T but I didn't care.
The ER is about 15 minutes away and I get there pretty quickly. However, Briggs was trying to dose off in the back seat. Freak Out! I was snapping at him and I rolled down his window. It was also near nap time so the odds weren't in my favor.
I get to the ER and he still isn't acting like himself, just dazed and confused. I get him registered and wait. Finally, it seems like eternity but it was only like 20 minutes, then they triage him. They take his vitals and what not and three different people at three different times asked me what happened. The Doc did some little tests and said he seemed to be OK but that its really hard to tell with babies because obviously they cannot tell us what they feel. She suggested getting a CT scan because he met the criteria with the vomiting, but left that decision to me. I said I wanted one. I didn't want to wonder for the next few days if he had a scull fracture or bleeding in his brain. When I agreed, she said she was glad because she would have worried all day as well. Huh? Then why didn't you just say he really should have one. Anyway... we wait for awhile for that... in the mean time Briggs is trying to fall asleep. They said to go ahead and let him, what? I thought that it was a no no to do with head injuries but you know, I am not a doctor. So he slept. We went in for the CT and Briggs did Awesome. He only fussed a little. He never cried once. They let me stay right next to him so I was singing and pointing at things and it was over before we knew it. When the lady came in she was so impressed. She said that was the best she has ever seen a baby do. Of course I was proud of him.
Then we waited. About 20 minutes later, we got the results. All the waiting leading up to this...it was clear. No signs of any swelling or broken skull. Yippee! However the doctor did say that it didn't mean that he is completely fine. Sometimes more serious symptoms can appear later. Thus, I was still to watch him closely over the next couple of days. Within the next 24 hours I was not to let him sleep more then 2-3 hours at a time to check on him and see how he was doing. So last night was fun. I got up a few times to wake him up make sure he was responsive, that he hadn't had any facial swelling or vomiting in his sleep. He made it through and he is back to his old self.
I was worried yesterday because he was still not himself for awhile. So I thought for sure there was something that was still wrong. But, thankfully that experience has past. I know I shouldn't have put him on the bed. We always do and I am always fearful yet it still happens, but never again if I am not holding on to him. How dumb. I guess its just been so long, he always just sits there while I do things, but I should have known better. So for all you moms out there. Don't put your kids on the bed, its not worth it.