Sunday, November 29, 2015
Monday, November 2, 2015
We laid him down and he started crying out "what happened??" in a really desperate way. That's when I realized he had lost consciousness. We tried to look in his mouth at the blood, I saw that his super loose tooth had fallen out, and sent Lily to go find it on the street (she did, which was very nice since Jack hadn't realized he lost his first one a few weeks ago and so I wanted to make sure he didn't lose track of this one too). Adam came in and we took him back to our house and laid him on the couch, kind of trying to clean up the blood and get him to talk or respond to us at all. We asked if he remembered biking to church that morning; no. Did he remember stopping on the way to get me a flower; no. Did he know his sister's name; Lil (small relief). Did he remember going to a movie the day before; no. He was starting to get upset so we let him rest. I can't even remember when Adam and Jared gave him a blessing. I couldn't even be in the room I was crying so steadily - I just stood in the doorway, wondering what was going to be. When he woke up about 25 minutes later Adam put a show on for him - the Hulk cartoon - and within about 10 minutes he threw up a bunch of blood at the same time as Mom getting a hold of Uncle Kim who said to take him to the ER. On the way there he threw up a bunch more (he later told the ER doctor "10 times"), was immediately admitted and taken to the Trauma area and got a CT scan and x-rays of his neck. Up until the CT scan results came back clear, I was basically terrified and crying and feeling pretty hysterical. Every time they asked him a question I was pleading inside that he would answer them correctly! I remember some of the fear starting to lift when they asked who he was biking with and he answered "two cousins and two friends."
We were able to take him right home to go to bed (threw up in the car, most likely from motion sickness). I can't believe the relief of not having to worry about the other 3 kids and to be able to be with Adam in the ER. Wouldn't have happened in Ogden; one of us would have had to stay home. I don't think the kids even realized we had left (except of course Lily, who was super worried about her brother). It is so different living by family. The swelling took a while to go down, and in the meantime I can't believe how much it hurt my heart to see his face all banged up and his lips swollen so much he couldn't talk. Chase came over to play once and after a few attempts at communicating, Jack finally just said "I can't talk." I sure missed that cute smile and deep dimples.
Some of the memorable quotes were when I was threatening Lily and Isaac with a consequence from fighting ALL OF THE TIME in the car, Jackson said "I sure got a consequence, right Mom?" Also at the hospital he told us "I have two fat lips." Also when I was saying it was pretty crazy how he crashed - tried jumping on his bike off a flat bed trailer - I asked if he was going to try it again and he was like "NO WAY! I'm NEVER going to try that again!" with really big eyes. I'm sure he will, just hopefully it will be with a helmet next time.