A bump on the head

My little guy, Blake, is such a brave little boy ...

And Blake, since this is part of your story,
it is a memory you'll want to know about ...
so I am telling you all about the bump on your head.

The Saturday after Thanksgiving, Andrew was at a speed reading class
so I figured I'd kill some time by bringing the kiddos over for a quick visit.
How little did I know these few hours would change my life.

Pau Pau had taken Sophie on a walk and I was playing with Blake.
As I had done many, many times before, I set Blake up on the island table,
seated in the bumbo seat. I was twirling and twirling - making Blake laugh.
I turned split second to wash my hands and as I turned back around I saw a sight
that still haunts me to this day ...
Blake, falling face first, strapped to his bumbo to the ground.
My heart aches even as I share this story and I can still hear the
sound of Blake hitting the hardwood floor.

We both screamed.

With my heart still racing and Blake still sobbing,
I grabbed him and made sure his eyes tracked mine and
checked that his arms and feet were moving.
It all seemed fine until I went to nurse him about 5 minutes later
and noticed a huge bump on his head.
By this time, my mom had returned with Sophie
so she encouraged me to ice the bump.

It got worst.

So we immediately packed the kids up and rushed to the ER.

Blake in the ER
Wouldn't you believe he had a poop blowout
and in the rush, I left without any spare clothes.
They gave him a little hospital outfit to wear.

And the first few hours, it was just Blake and I ...
And then, the doctor told me that Blake had sustained a skull fracture in the fall ...
and we would be taken to UCLA Westwood (we were at UCLA Santa Monica).

The good news, however was that the fracture
had not separated and his brain was not damaged.

After 4 hours in the ER, we were taken by an ambulance to UCLA Westwood.
Where Andrew finally met us, in the ER.

We were admitted for a stay in the PICU
Pediatrics ICU for precaution.

They hooked Blake up to machines ...
to measure his heartbeat
and monitor his brain.

Blake and all his hookups!

All this time,
Blake smiled
and was so very, very cheerful

At about 10pm,
12 hours after we arrived at the hospital,
we were met by the police,
who were investigating what had happened.

Then at 12:30am, a social worker came.
We had been reported for abuse and neglect ...
of both Blake and his sister, Sophie.

As I signed the paperwork that allowed the social worker
to look into all parts of my children's life ... my heart broke.
As mother, my heart just broke and I blame myself, still,
for what happened ... I still see him falling ... even today.
I understood why this was happening but it was still tough.

The funny thing was when the social worker was inspecting Blake for any signs of abuse,
she noticed a little speck on his poor sensitive skin.
She immediately asked in a very accusatory tone,
"WHAT IS THAT"
Lady, it's tape ... a speck of leftover tape from when he was in the ER.
Ridiculous :)

Blake's recovery, ultimately, is the most important
and that was what I kept telling myself.

He did amazingly well overnight and by morning,
we were released and ready to head home.

I saw my dad (and Sophie) coming to pick us up from our room.
He's the guy exiting the black car on the right side

And even though we were now home,
our journey with the Department of Child & Family Services wasn't quite over.
We were visited.
And then asked to see the doctor to verify that Blake was indeed fine.
It was really all a bit of overkill by the time it was all said and done.

Blake seems to be doing fine now ...
His parents are now overprotective parents.
We will have a followup appointment with the neurologist in March ...
but I don't expect any residual issues.

On a side note,
I have such faithful family and friends ...
that continually checked in with us
that prayed for Blake and for our family
and were so willing to drop everything to be there with us.

Thank you to my parents
who took Sophie under their care
no questions asked, with no complaints
and helped her to understand that
Mommy and Daddy were at the "hop-pit-tal" with Baby Bake
and assuring her that everything would be okay.
Distracting her with lots of fun activities.

We are so blessed with such a great support team.
Thank you.

And Blake ... Mommy is so, so sorry.
Thank you for your smiles and forgiving heart.
Love, love, love you ... bump and all!