On Sunday we cooked out with our amazing friends Josh, Sarah, and their little guy Griffin. The kids had a ball playing on the new swing set they had just put up for Griffin. We had a yummy dinner and the kids instantly headed back to the swing set. Josh and Bryan had been pushing the kids on the swings all evening and the kids were loving it. Josh was on one side and Bryan on the other. Sarah and I were sitting on the porch catching up and chatting. Not to be dramatic, but in one instant it all changed. Cooper was on the glider and somehow the rope got slack in it and it started going back and forth. Cooper was thrown off the glider and hit a 4x6 piece of wood lining the playset (to hold the mulch in) straight on his forehead.
I heard Cooper screaming and Bryan trying to calm him down. I ran over to where they were and Bryan already had his shirt off and holding it to Cooper's forehead. I couldn't tell exactly what had happened, but I could tell by the look on Bryan's face that it was serious. I ask him if I needed to call 911. He replied "yes" and my knees buckled. I ran inside and Josh was already on the phone with 911. I went back out and Cooper was telling Bryan that it didn't hurt any more and that he wanted to stand up. Bryan explained to Coop that Daddy had to hold him he had a pretty rough boo-boo. I started to reach for Cooper, but I could tell there was no way in the world his Daddy was letting go. The ambulance arrived after what seemed like FOREVER, Sarah and I were just saying we need to go, we need to take him ourselves, when finally the ambulance arrived and the guys ever so non-chalantly got out of the ambulance like they were out for a Sunday brunch. Bryan climbed in the ambulance with Cooper and they strapped Bryan in and let Cooper sit on his lap. I followed behind in my car (horrible idea). I was panicked, speeding down Stone Drive with my flashers on. I managed to stay calm when I called my Mom to meet us at the ER, but completely lost it with my poor sister-in-law when I called her. Love her, she talked me out of hysterics as I drove (I know, I know, completely breaking 9,000 laws all at the same time.) I arrived at the hospital before the ambulance did. Cooper had been amazing, he had talked to Bryan since the fall, but for some reason when he arrived at the hospital, he completely stopped talking. He gave me a high five, but he wouldn't answer any of my questions. When he stopped talking to us I Panicked. At this point, the doctor had not even been in to see us. I immediately told the nurse his behavior was not normal AT ALL, and I was extremely concerned. They ordered a rush CAT scan and immediately took him for the scan. They came back and said he did amazing during the scan and that the dr. would be with us soon with the results. While we waited on the results a family friend of ours walked by, he stopped and ask us if he could pray with us, I don't think I could get the words "please please" out of my mouth quick enough. He prayed the sweetest prayer I think I have ever heard! The dr. came in shortly after and told us the best news, "normal scan results." The nurse came with the numbing medication (they had to numb his head to put the stitches in) and within minutes of the medicine Cooper started talking again. I am not sure if he was just in so much pain or maybe it was the complete shock of the situation or maybe the combination of both, but I could finally breathe again when he started talking and interacting with us again. Our nurse, Carmen, was amazing with Cooper and Dr. Summers explained everything to Cooper and made him feel so comfortable. I am so grateful that they were working that night. The numbing medication had the area completely numb in about 30 minutes and Dr. S came in to do the stitches. He said it was actually a blessing that it was a straight cut instead of a jagged cut, because he could use fewer stitches and therefore, hopefully less scarring. Cooper was the best little patient, he was so still while the dr. was putting in his stitches. He listened and followed directions and did exactly what they ask him to do. They gave me instructions to wake him every 4 hours that night and to watch him closely, but he seemed to be completely fine except for the two and a half inch gash on his forehead and some other scrapes and bruises. We have to see our regular pediatrician on Friday to hopefully get the stitches out. We are leaving for the beach on Saturday so we are praying that he will get his stitches out before we go to the beach. The ER dr. mentioned that we might have to consult with a plastic surgeon about the scarring, but we are praying that will not be the case.
Sunday Night : Coop slept pretty well. He tossed and turned all night and was not a happy camper when I woke him up at 4am. He woke up about 7am in a panick because the bandage had slipped down over his eyes and he couldn't see. I got him calmed down and moved the bandage back up. He went back to sleep and slept till about 9:30.
I heard Cooper screaming and Bryan trying to calm him down. I ran over to where they were and Bryan already had his shirt off and holding it to Cooper's forehead. I couldn't tell exactly what had happened, but I could tell by the look on Bryan's face that it was serious. I ask him if I needed to call 911. He replied "yes" and my knees buckled. I ran inside and Josh was already on the phone with 911. I went back out and Cooper was telling Bryan that it didn't hurt any more and that he wanted to stand up. Bryan explained to Coop that Daddy had to hold him he had a pretty rough boo-boo. I started to reach for Cooper, but I could tell there was no way in the world his Daddy was letting go. The ambulance arrived after what seemed like FOREVER, Sarah and I were just saying we need to go, we need to take him ourselves, when finally the ambulance arrived and the guys ever so non-chalantly got out of the ambulance like they were out for a Sunday brunch. Bryan climbed in the ambulance with Cooper and they strapped Bryan in and let Cooper sit on his lap. I followed behind in my car (horrible idea). I was panicked, speeding down Stone Drive with my flashers on. I managed to stay calm when I called my Mom to meet us at the ER, but completely lost it with my poor sister-in-law when I called her. Love her, she talked me out of hysterics as I drove (I know, I know, completely breaking 9,000 laws all at the same time.) I arrived at the hospital before the ambulance did. Cooper had been amazing, he had talked to Bryan since the fall, but for some reason when he arrived at the hospital, he completely stopped talking. He gave me a high five, but he wouldn't answer any of my questions. When he stopped talking to us I Panicked. At this point, the doctor had not even been in to see us. I immediately told the nurse his behavior was not normal AT ALL, and I was extremely concerned. They ordered a rush CAT scan and immediately took him for the scan. They came back and said he did amazing during the scan and that the dr. would be with us soon with the results. While we waited on the results a family friend of ours walked by, he stopped and ask us if he could pray with us, I don't think I could get the words "please please" out of my mouth quick enough. He prayed the sweetest prayer I think I have ever heard! The dr. came in shortly after and told us the best news, "normal scan results." The nurse came with the numbing medication (they had to numb his head to put the stitches in) and within minutes of the medicine Cooper started talking again. I am not sure if he was just in so much pain or maybe it was the complete shock of the situation or maybe the combination of both, but I could finally breathe again when he started talking and interacting with us again. Our nurse, Carmen, was amazing with Cooper and Dr. Summers explained everything to Cooper and made him feel so comfortable. I am so grateful that they were working that night. The numbing medication had the area completely numb in about 30 minutes and Dr. S came in to do the stitches. He said it was actually a blessing that it was a straight cut instead of a jagged cut, because he could use fewer stitches and therefore, hopefully less scarring. Cooper was the best little patient, he was so still while the dr. was putting in his stitches. He listened and followed directions and did exactly what they ask him to do. They gave me instructions to wake him every 4 hours that night and to watch him closely, but he seemed to be completely fine except for the two and a half inch gash on his forehead and some other scrapes and bruises. We have to see our regular pediatrician on Friday to hopefully get the stitches out. We are leaving for the beach on Saturday so we are praying that he will get his stitches out before we go to the beach. The ER dr. mentioned that we might have to consult with a plastic surgeon about the scarring, but we are praying that will not be the case.
Sunday Night : Coop slept pretty well. He tossed and turned all night and was not a happy camper when I woke him up at 4am. He woke up about 7am in a panick because the bandage had slipped down over his eyes and he couldn't see. I got him calmed down and moved the bandage back up. He went back to sleep and slept till about 9:30.
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OH MY GOSH! I am just now reading your post. I would have been a wreck. I am glad everything turned out ok. He's still cute as can be! Praying for you.
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