One little monkey… not jumping on a bed… but he did bump his head.

So much for a day of rest today.  Everything started when I thought my day was winding down.  Tabo is out of town on Project in the North, but Tabo’s parents were here overnight last night.  We ate lunch together and I took them to the bus station.  After Enzo woke up from a short afternoon nap, we attempted to Skype with my Mom and Dad.  And then *BAM*… Enzo fell down and he fell HARD.

I only kind of saw it happen, but he lost his balance while standing, fell backwards and smacked the back of his head hard on our very hard floors.  So far, Enzo has had his fair share of falls and I have listened to a fair share of “fall down cries”.  This cry was one of those “twisted up, red faced, silent for over 12 seconds at first”  cries.  I think that’s what they call it in “What To Expect…”  The worst was the bump.  His little head had a good size bump immediately and that’s what scared me.

So we stopped the Skype call (although I later learned that I never turned off the video), I managed to change a diaper, pack some juice and yogurt, grab a diaper bag, get us bundled up (it’s Winter here, remember… and raining today), and get us out the door.  I fumbled with the garage door key a little, but talked myself to a calm in order to drive to the hospital that THANKFULLY I’d already been to for Enzo’s 1 year appointment.

Get to the hospital, get checked in and we WAIT.  We waited for over an hour for the on-call doctor to get to her room.  She saw us and sent us off for x-rays.  And we WAITED.  Another hour for the technicians to get back from MONGOLIA I guess, because it took them FOR.EVER.   We finally got some x-rays done to take back to latey-pants doctor #1.  She wasn’t completely satisfied with clearing him so she sent us to get another x-ray.  Thankfully there was no wait this time, but Enzo did manage to soak through his pants (even though I had changed his diaper already).  No extra pants got put in the diaper bag… Enzo just deals with it.

The good news is the doctor was fine with the second round of x-rays and felt good sending us home, no worries.  Considering he had calmed down pretty quickly, no vomiting or wierd behavior, I was pretty certain this would be the outcome… at least praying and begging that it would be… but I am so glad to have waited out the nearly 4 hour ugly hospital visit (we still haven’t found “the one” in our new city), to know that little E is ok.

Poor guy.  I’m sure it’s not how he would have chosen to spend half of his day either.

I’ll tell you what though.  My arms are tired.  Try carrying a 21 pound wiggly sack around for 4 hours.  It’s SUPER fun.

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