Of course.....

Since my husband is out of town we, of course, had a medical emergency. It all started on Thursday when I took the kids to swimming lessons. My kids all have different times so we are at the pool from 9-11. It works out great, though, because several of the cousins and an aunt take lessons at the same pool. The kids all play while they wait for their turn. Dude played around with his cousin and uncle until his turn. When he was swimming he kept coming up gasping for air. His teacher said that he kept panicking in the pool, which is unusual. Other than that he seemed fine. After his lesson we got in the car and began the 25 minute drive to my mom's house. When we got home I asked Dude to take the towels downstairs to the laundry. I tossed him the towels and he got angry and yelled at me that I was rude. Then he got a funny look on his face and started talking like his tongue was frozen. His words all slurred together and he was struggling with each word. He has been known to talk with a lisp on purpose, so I assumed he was being goofy and told him to talk normal. He started to cry and told me he couldn't. My mom had to run to the post office so she offered to take Dude. On the way he told her that his hand kept folding in and he couldn't move it. He also mentioned that he did a somersault at swimming lessons and hit his head. She had him tell me when they got back. I'm not sure why, but I asked him when his birthday was and he got a panicked look on his face and started sobbing. I then asked him what his name was and he started screaming. I tried to get a hold of Doctor, but couldn't reach him. I went to the E.R. and when the nurse asked Dude who I was, he just stared at me with no recollection. My brother, father-in-law, and brother-in-law came to the hospital and gave Dude a blessing. (Thanks guys!) The CT scan results came back normal, phew. And the best part of the CT scan is that it showed Dude's skull is all bone now, so that is a huge relief! Anyways....after a few hours it was determined that Dude had a concussion. They were preparing to release him but I was concerned because he still didn't know who he (or anyone for that matter) was. Just as we were getting ready to go he threw up, lied on the bed, then bolted upright. He got a big grin on his face and then pointed at me and told me my name. Then he pointed at his grandpa and told him his name. It was a great moment! He was miserable for the next day and a half, and then was back to his normal self. Only now he promises to tell me when he hits his head from now on!