Yesterday at around 5pm, while I was moving Asher to the exersaucer in the living room, I left Nolan with Rio on the middle of the bed. I was gone less than two minutes, but in that time he rolled off the bed, our incredibly high bed, onto the hardwood.
He didn't lose consciousness and he cried right away but I was panicked. I called Jordan at work and he told me to take him to emerg. That wasn't that easy with two kids at home and no car, but thankfully my sister was available to rush to Jordan's work, switch cars, and get back to our house to sit with Asher and Rio.
I drove there like a maniac, knowing Nolan was probably fine (as he talked and played in his carseat), but I was still a mess. Clearly the mom's tears don't count for anything because no one was in any rush to see us when we arrived.
The long and short of it was that Jordan was eventually able to leave work and come meet me (thanks Heather!), and three hours later we saw the doc. He assessed his head, eyes and ears, asked us a bunch of questions and then assured us he was ok. We explained that we were so worried about him because of his history, and thankfully the doctor was very kind and never made me feel like we were wasting anyone's time and it was better to be safe than story.
The only benefit to being there so long was that by the time the doctor saw us he could safely say that if it had been three hours and he was still acting normal, he was fine. Oh and the fact that he was hooked up to an oxygen sat monitor for the first time since the NICU and his sats were 99! Never thought I'd see that day without oxygen!
Ugh. Mom was not fine. Mom is still not fine. But more importantly, Nolan is fine, not even a goose egg as evidence. Thank God.
Please don't judge me, I'm doing enough of that myself :(