Do you have one child, more than the others, that you would love to wrap up in a million miles of bubble wrap so that nothing happened to them(in my case, no head bonks)? Dylan is my child and I am pretty sure I was probably my parents child because of my seizures, but I would love to never have to worry about Dylan hitting his head again. I am not saying I don't care about my other children but if they bonk their head I just expect them to get up and shake it off and be on their way, no real concern(unless of course I could tell it was really serious then I would treat it as such).
Those exact thoughts ran through my mind tonight: "Why is Dylan the one falling off the monkey bars? PLEASE do not land on your head? Why couldn't it be one of the others?" This may be sad to admit, but as I turned to see Dylan grab hold of the monkey bars, while I was on the opposite side of the playground asking Brielle to keep an eye on Desi because Dylan was on the other side and I needed to go over by him, and took off because I knew it would not end well. As I started bolting over he fell. Those were my thoughts and boy was I thankful when he landed on his thigh and NOT his head. He fell and landed awkwardly but most of the pressure had to be on his thigh and then he used his arm too and once that was over he face planted it! His head had been saved and that helped my anxiety more than anything.
I quickly picked him up and walked over to Brielle to have her grab Desi so we could go. Brandon called to say Boston's game was over and so I told him what had happened. Dylan just kept crying and seemed a little confused about what had happened, but I hadn't really assessed him to see what was going on. By the time we got to Brandon and Boston, I put him down for a minute and he was able to stand but didn't really want to. I gave him some water because his tongue was white and I think his body was in shock. So we put him in the car and headed home. Once we got home we started checking him over. I noticed he kept grabbing the middle of his left forearm and really did not want to use it. For the next 45 minutes we watched and pulled and twisted his arm and checked his legs and hips to see what we should do. He kept crying out occasionally and seemed to be in pain. That is what makes this so hard, because he can not tell us where he hurts or if he hurts or anything, so we have to play the guessing game. There was no swelling but the fact that he kept crying and holding his arm we thought we should have him checked.
By now it was a little after 7 and the Instacare in Payson closed at 8 so we headed over there. Brandon gave him the binky to calm him down and we were on our way. I asked Brielle to kind of grab his arm and see how he acted and at first he didn't want her to touch it, but then all of a sudden he started using it and by the time we got to the Instacare he seemed ok. We sat outside playing with his arm and shaking it and twisting it and he seemed alright, so we decided to hold off on the Dr visit. We think he is a pretty tough boy and so for him to cry like he was is what concerned me, but then the binky is his source of comfort so he may have just been so worked up and the fall could have been so traumatic for him that he was scared, but having the binky eased his fear. That or the binky blocked out his pain! We will see how he is in the morning and go from there, but once we got home he was running around and seemed to be himself again.
Dylan is definitely my child that I need a million miles of bubble wrap for though!!! If he could go the rest of his life never getting hurt, I would not complain! I know he is a little boy and he was just doing something someone his age should but still I would much rather this not happen. Or if he would at least wait until I was there to help him.
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