From the Spa to the ER

Yep, that wraps up my Sunday.

My lovely sister Jill treated me to a massage and mani/pedi while she and her boyfriend Michael (hi Michael!) took the boys out. They may or may not have taken them (with my permission) to Indiana Jones, which is rumored to be PG-13. The boys loved it from what they tell me.

Meanwhile, I got my nails and toes done in Ruble for Your Thoughts:

while wearing these, which I bought in between appointments:

(I had a really, really hard time deciding which of this collection to get at LL Bean - are they not all adorable?!)

After my pampering, I went back to my parents house where we had steaks, corn, etc. Seamus, who has generally been rocking the potty training, announced he wanted to poop as we were cleaning up. Poppy went to check on him, confirmed the deposit has been appropriately made and so naturally I had to go check it - and clean up. I did that then told Seamus to go tell his brothers who were in the family room. I washed my hands, came out of the bathroom and looked down the hall...and think I see Seamus walking towards me covered in blood, which appears to be coming from his head. Damnit, that is exactly what I was seeing.

We (me? Jill? Mom? - can't even remember) pick him up and he ends up with my mother trying to hold his head to stop the bleeding. It's not working and Shea's looking woozy. 911 is called. They get there within about 5 minutes (fire truck, paramedic car, ambulance) and they advise us to take him right to Children's Hospital. I rode with him in the ambulance and everyone ele stayed back. It was not a fun ride - I was trying to keep Shea alert and engaged, without moving his head too much. He tried to sleep a couple times, and I got so desperate I sang to him. I am pretty sure the paramedic covered his ears at this point.

To cut to the chase, right when we walked in the ER docs thought he had a concussion and not much more - and a CT scan and 5 hours at the ER confirmed this. Shea perked up within about 1/2 hour of arriving, and all in all did a great job cooperating from lying still on the table and during the scan, to peeing in a container since he was still wearing undies. (He also peed in the lobby a few hours later, but hey - it's day 4 of PTing.)

I did take a few pictures when he perked up. Notice the blood on the shorts. Ew. Oh, and despite being at one of the top pediatric hospitals, they couldn't find a neck immobilizer that was his size, so they improvised - hence the towels and tape. Seriously?! Eh, it worked.




Thanks too for Cyndy for coming in to help keep my company after dropping Kirk (the husband, not the catepillar - who is still doing quite well in his tupperware home in our kichen) at the airport, and for Nana for bringing the van and the boys to the hospital. Oh, and to Seamus for somewhat cooperating as I woke him up every couple of hours last night.