Our Christmas

Well, it’s not Christmas with three boys without a visit to the Emergency Room, is it? I suppose this is my future, eh?

Let me give away the ending first…everyone is FINE.

Okay, now for the story…

Woke up early, put the Monkey Bread I’d assembled last night in the oven. Went to see the boys (they were awake and chattering.) Changed diapers, went and woke up George.

Opened presents. The boys got, from us, Wall-E, a big rubber ball, and a touch and feel board book (they’re really into photos in books right now.) I also put sippy cups, pacifiers, puffs, and socks in their stockings. πŸ™‚

Went downstairs to retrieve the burning Monkey Bread. Damn! Fed the boys breakfast, went upstairs to play before their morning nap. Miles was sleepy (nothing sinister here, it was just naptime, that’s all.) I was laying on the playroom floor on my back, and Miles was laying on my tummy. As I stroked his head, I felt a weird squishy spot. It felt like his soft spot, you know, as big as it was when he was a newborn, but it was on the side of his head, a few inches above his ear. It was very strange. I checked to see if the other boys had a similar spot, nope. I looked at it to see if it was a bruise. Nope. Just a raised area, about 3-4″ in diameter, with a bony ridge around the edges. Weird.

George asked me to call the ped about it, and even though I was sort of reluctant to, I did. I felt awful calling her on Christmas morning, but she didn’t mind. After I described it, she said she’d feel bettter if we took him to the ER at Children’s Hospital to get it looked at. I guess if offices had been open, I would have just taken him there, but seeing as it was Christmas…

We get to the hospital. Thank God it’s not crowded. We get in fairly quickly, but you know how it is. We wait for the doctor. We wait for Radiology. We wait for another doctor to look at the x-rays. We wait for the phlebotomist to take his blood (which he loooooved, let me tell you!) and finally we waited for-everrrrr to get the lab results back on his blood. They wanted to make sure he didn’t have any clotting disorders or anything blood related. That was definitely the hardest wait, since it brought up these whole new scary things to think about…blood disorders? Yikes. Fortunately, all was well with his blood, and it just seems to be a hematoma. A bruise. Of some sort.

Looking back at the pictures I took this morning, you can see the lump, so I don’t know if he knocked his head on his (iron) crib in the middle of the night, or if it happened yesterday, or what. Hmm. Weird. I guess with three little boys, these things are just going to happen more and more. Of course, considering how my sister and I fought growing up, I don’t think it’d be any different if I’d had three little girls. Hmm.

So the boys went and stayed with Grandma and Grandpa and George and I went to our friends’ house to eat Christmas dinner and play their Wii. Now George wants one. Woo hoo! Hee hee! I want one baaaaad, so I can get the Wii Fit and then um exercise a lot.

Tonight I’m taking the boys to Baton Rouge to see Grandee and Larry. We haven’t stayed overnight at their new house. Should be fun!

Here’s Lumpy-head: You can see the lump on the right side of his head, above his ear. It’s pretty big!

The boys with their stockings last year:

And this year:


7 thoughts on “Our Christmas

  1. The Mommy

    OK. I had two brothers and am part of a very clumsy family. If you ever need to know the signs of a concussion, just let me know! (BTW, big ones are passing out, vomiting, and confusion). Glad to hear that everything turned out fine. Merry Christmas, eh!

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  2. clarkie300

    I’m glad to hear everything is OK, I would have been very worried too!
    Your boys are very handsome, I really like the pics you took of them last year vs this year with their stockings, maybe that will become a good tradition?

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  3. Wendy

    Merry belated Christmas, Pam! I’m glad Miles is OK. If the boys are anything like my gals, they were probably playing ‘bonk a head’– you know, where they ram their heads off of darn near anything and then laugh about it for 20 minutes. Yea, good times. I love their stockings too, they grew so big this past year πŸ™‚

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  4. tbonegrl

    This is so funny because Summy had the EXACT SAME THING happen when he was about 13 months old. Check out my blog for pics. We have NO idea what caused it!

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