Good pete's sake. Will my children make t to their 5th birthdays?? Last year while we were at the hospital for a check up, Saidi fell off the curb, hit her head and got knocked out. Silly little me didn't have newborn Donovan in his carseat so I ended up giving him to a stranger to hold so that I could take Saidi back inside to the doctor to look at. She was fine and it only stunned her a little bit. Needless to say it scared the tinkle out of me(he he I can't say peewaden, I'm bein civilized). Any ways last night I'm sitting on the couch and right behind me I hear a huge thud on the wall. I turn around and Donovan is behind the couch doing that scary "I'm not breathing" scream thing that kids do. Than he slumps over and goes still. His eyes are rolled back in his head and his body in totally limp. I flip out and see a red mark on his head. I'm talking to him and trying to get him to wake up and after a minute he does but now his eyes are rolling around in differant directions and not focusing. All this while I'm screaming my head off for Chris to come downstairs. Donovan still won't pick up his head and he's still cross eyed and silent and it's been like two minutes. I'm still screaming and Chris hasn't come down stairs. Finally Donovan starts to cry and Chris gets out of the shower and hears me scream. Chris comes down and takes him and looks him over for a while. Donovan wants down and starts walking around and playing with toys. He is ok but I was so stinking scared. I'm watching him closely. I think he tripped and just faceplanted into the wall.
Later last night we went to Walmart and Saidi decided to stand up in the cart and when Chris went to move it she toppled out head first. She was fine and started laughing. Chris' response to this was "I guess it's just you and me." When I asked what he meant he just replied "Head Trauma."
Why couldn't I have fat cranky babys who never want to move and do things for themselves, and does it mean that I'm a bad parent because I know what to look for in a concussion???
I'm not joking about the passel of flying monkeys.
