The Goose Egg

I don't think I've taken Bella to Emergency or Doctors on Duty at all that I can recall. However, Luke has won at least three trips there and a couple phone calls too! Yesterday, while I was paying up at the register for lunch I told the kids to go grab a table. Luke pulled a superman move to secure two chairs in go. In a failed effort, he landed straight on his head under the table.

To be honest, I didn't see an second of the heroic move to save me a chair. I came into the picture with the famous-heard-waaaay-to-often words, "Ma-am... MA-AM! Is that your son?!"

I turned to see him on all fours under the table with tears streaming down his cheecks. The sandwich-maker must have known this scenario all too well and offered Luke a free cookie.

Off to the park we went, sandwich and cookie in hand. Just as I was about to bite into my sandwich Luke walks over with his hand on his head and says, "Mommy, I think I have a bump on my head." As he pulled his hand away, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a massive black and blue lump. The ignorant mother to his side let out a huge gasp and began to rant and rave about how bad it was to which I politely asked, "Stop! REALLY you are not helping!"





In a matter of ten minutes, his head begun to birth a goose egg. So I packed up my sandwich and off to Emergency we went. Of course, another hour later we got the usual: ice and observe. If he acts drunk bring him to emergency for a head scan.



Here is a shot from yesterday, right before I went into emergency. Yes, I stopped and took a photo. I swear the photo doesn't do it justice. It was raised out a good 1/2 inch!!





This morning: swelling is down but color and shine factor is up.