Yesterday morning, Dusk, Sierra, Bodie and I were crossing the street to head into church. Dusk had just gotten Sierra out of the car and I was carrying Bodie, my coffee, the diaper bag and a Christmas present for friends at church (I know, you can see where this is going, right? I must confess that I'm a chronic multi-tasker. But I was very well balanced, I promise!) Well, I tripped over a crack in the asphalt and fell down HARD. Bodie flew out of my arms and smacked his head on the concrete. Landed about a foot or so away from me. Unbelievably scary. We've been through A LOT with this kid, as you know, and this was by far one of the scariest moments. He started crying immediately, which, as far as head injuries go, is actually a really good sign. To be honest, we've gone over the incident a million times in our heads and we still can't quite figure out exactly how it happened. As best as we can tell, I fell to my right (I hold Bodie on my left hip) and he stayed in my arms until I hit the ground and then bounced out.
We went into church, debating about whether to take him into Children's or not. He didn't seem dazed, but was definitely agitated (I think I would be too if I had just gone from the safety of my mom's arms to my head smacking into the pavement.). We decided to watch him for just a bit before taking him in. (For those of you without kids, particularly cardiac kids, the decision to take them to the ER is never a light one - you always balance the absolute need to go with the possibility that they will catch something highly disgusting and contagious while there.) In any case, within about 20 minutes he had more or less calmed down and was smiling and interactive. Definitely his normal self. I, on the other hand, had a goosegg on the side of my right foot and really didn't have much mobility in it. I actually wish I had taken a picture because it was pretty creepy looking. I looked down at my foot, which looked like someone had literally stuck a gumball under the skin (it was unbelievably swollen in one very specific spot), and thought to myself "ok, I know this is all about Bodie right now, but I'm pretty sure my foot isn't supposed to look like that." So, off to urgent care we went.
Had Bodie checked out, because it's much better to be safe than sorry. He charmed the pants off of everyone there (always a GREAT opportunity to educate about CHD's - the attending doc actually said "wow, hypoplastic left? you really don't see too many of those" and he kept commenting on how great Bodie looked). PRAISE GOD Bodie was ok.
Me? Broken foot. Ugh. Such a clutz. Ah well. Came home with a lovely post-op shoe and instructions to see an orthopedist as soon as possible. Want to guess how much luck I had with that today, on MLK Day? Thank goodness my mom was planning on coming to town anyway - she's already been SUCH a huge help to me, since I'm supposed to be off my feet if possible (yeah, right, with 2 young kids - but I should get brownie points for sort of trying, right?).
So yes, all's well that end's well. If one of us had to end yesterday requiring medical follow-up, I'm sure glad it was me and not Bodie. Pretty sure we had some divine intervention yesterday. Nothing new for this little guy. :-) Sadly, someday when someone jokingly asks Bodie "what is wrong with you? were you dropped on your head as a kid or something" he will be able to respond "well, actually...yes." Sorry kiddo.
Oh, and just in case you don't believe me about how well he's doing, these pics were taken yesterday afternoon (yes, the middle of January - gotta love Southern California!):