Submitted by: Delaine
I’m writing this at 1 a.m. and am completely exhausted.
Yesterday evening, the sound of my seven-year-old screaming outside launched me out my front door in my socks. I ran towards him in the park, heart pounding. “I hit Kyle by accident!” he screamed. “I hit him in the head with my golf club.”
I kept running, my son Kyle’s body ahead on the ground. I braced myself: Would he be conscious? Would his teeth be scattered all around him? Would the side of his head be smashed in?
Kyle was lying on the grass screaming and holding his head. I pulled back his hand briefly – blood poured everywhere. I pulled him to his feet and walked him quickly to the house. Grabbed a towel and told him to hold it. We had to get to the hospital fast.
Luckily, my girlfriend was at my house – her and her kids had come over for lasagna. I drove as fast as I could to the ER, all the while making Kyle talk to me so he wouldn’t lose consciousness.
Long story short – Kyle needed four stitches in his head behind his ear. The doctor had to glue his ear back together again too. They ran a CAT scan on him to check for internal bleeding. And the images came back with two contusions and a fracture to his skull.
Thus continued a night from hell. Kyle needed to be monitored. Nurses came in every hour to wake him, check his lucidity, and administer antibiotics.
Around lunch time today the neorosurgical team came in to assess, Kyle seemed perfectly fine – he was hungry and talkative and had no symptoms of brain trauma. The team said they’d reviewed the X-rays from last night – and they didn’t see signs of a fracture or hemorrhaging. The ER doctor had been overly cautious.
A few hours later, Kyle was released.
So the main crisis has passed. All is going to be OK…and this here single mom needs to sleep something fierce. But first, a very very big thanks to my girlfriend Tracy and neighbors who were my angels during this emergency. I am so full of gratitude for so many things right now – that, and complete and utter relief.