Okay so I probably should take back what I said about not having anything to really share in blog posts. Apparently, I just set my self up for a little adventure. Yesterday our family celebrated Christmas with Marc's side of the family. We had to postpone it because my dad in law had been in the hospital on the actual Christmas day. So we went through the normal family tradition. Had snacks together, then opened gifts, and the kids had started playing with their new toys. Correction! Nolan and his cousin started playing with a box from the gifts.
The boys had been using the big box as a tunnel and climbing in and out of it. I thought nothing of it. N plays with boxes all the time. We moved them out to the playroom because they were starting to get a little rowdy. Not more than 5 minutes later. N's cousin is standing in the living room trying to get everyone's attention saying "N is hurt, N is hurt!" Marc rushes out to see and he is inside the box laying on his back crying hysterically. He had stood up with the tall narrow box around him, lost his balance, and fallen backwards on the hard concrete slab.
Long story short he became very lethargic slept most of the afternoon and then woke up in the evening vomitting. We called his doctor around 8:30 pm and they say head to the ER. He probably has a concussion. What a way to end a Christmas get together than with a visit to the ER.
Finally, 4 hours later we see a doctor and Nolan has to get a ct scan to make sure there is not a skull fracture or internal bleeding. He had finally started perking up a bit around 12:30 am. At 2:00 am we get the test results. He has a concussion without unconsiousness and has to take it easy and be watched at home over the next few days.
Awesome thing: We had contacted a couple of people on our way to the ER and had them start praying for N. I definitely know that their prayers are why he began feeling better and that everything turned out okay. Thank you to everyone that was praying for him.
Funny thing: As we pulled up to the ER, N asked why are we here? He thought we were going to see his regular doctor. I told him it was the hospital and then he said "But I'm not going to have a baby!". I said I know hospitals are for sick people too. This was where Grandpa was when he was in the hospital. N responded "Well then I don't want staples on my tummy either." Referring to grandpa's recent surgery. Poor guy... I can't imagine what he was thinking in our long 4 hour wait.
Thoughtful thing: I want to say that I was so touched by our friends and family that were so willing to be there for us when all this happened. Our family immediately stepped in to help and watch Carson so we could get to the ER. Friends called and offered to take Carson when they thought he was there with us. Others texted to check in and let us know they were praying. And others came to hang out and chat to help our waiting time pass more quickly. And thankfully distracting me to keep from worrying. Thank you to all of you for caring for us so much.
Today I am thankful for several things: God protecting Nolan, answered prayers, and wonderful friends and family.
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