Graham pulled away from my hand yesterday in Chester as we crossed the street and face planted and when I picked him up, blood was spewing from his head somewhere I didn't know and man, was I freaked out. Not good crisis management. But then Mary came across the street and we stanched the bleeding and then the EMTs and cops they did come, oh, plentifully. Flashing lights, as Graham says.
And he was visibly fine and yet they decided he should go to the emergency room. And as long as we were headed to the emergency room, we might as well stabilize his head and neck with a brace thingie and take him in an ambulance. Flashing lights.
And Natalie and I trailed along behind, spooked, though rationally I knew that he had been moving limbs and all. And at the hospital, CAT scan results and two stitches and 4 hours, he was fine. But the whole thing gave a certain perspective on life and stress and all. Today he insisted on school.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Flashing lights
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Glad the boy's ok. He seems to have his father's toughness (and coordination). It also begs the question: Would his grip not have slipped if one's hand were not moist with male enhancement creme?
Make sure you don't put the creme on his head, that's one place you want ordinary proportionality.
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