Before I get into all that...my mom came up last week to hang out and watch Alexa while I was at work. Nick was gone on a guys vacation to a cabin in Georgia with a bunch of well, the guys. They went golfing and white water rafting, drank and played pool. General guy stuff. It was nice for us because Alexa got to spend lots of time with G-ma and I got to hang out with my mom for a few days. Even more exciting is that we are leaving later this morning to visit them for a week. So we get lots of G-ma and Grandpa time (and Uncle Ricky). I know, foreign concept to some people, I actually like my family. My mom took lots of great pictures when she was here (she is not only an awesome photographer, she has a super awesome low light camera which I am totally jealous of that takes fantastic pictures!). Maybe when we get to Hollywood I'll put some up for you to see.
Anyway, back to the head trauma. I was driving to work on Monday night and got a frantic call from Nick (with Alexa screaming in the background) that she had fallen out of her high chair. I guess when he took the tray off and was hooking it onto the back of the chair she leaned forward and the straps unhooked. She fell about three and a half feet onto the wood floor on her head. She never lost consciousness and calmed when Nick picked her up but (after consulting our resident EMT turned RN) I told him to bring her to the ER just to be checked. I have to say, bravo to TMH ER. When I got up to the unit and the day shift nurses found out what happened they called the nursing supervisor who called the ER to let them know that my baby was coming in. At first I didn't want any special treatment for my child, but let me tell you, they were just fantastic! Nick called me when he got into the garage and by the time I got down to the ER, she was already weighed (19.2 lbs), vitals done, history being taken and a minute later we were shown to a room. The charge nurse came and introduced herself, the doctor came in right away, I was impressed. Now, they probably thought we were crazy. Here is this man who is so beside himself with guilt (even though he didn't do anything wrong) that he's not talking, a girl with too-big-for-her scrubs on (they were the only ones I had clean that night) and a baby with a big goose egg on her head and rug burn on her eye who is climbing all over the place laughing and making her hawk cry. That's right, her hawk cry. She was so tired that she was giddy and was hawk crying even with the paci in her mouth. Needless to say, the doc found that she was completely neurologically intact. He offered to do a CT if we wanted but suggested not to so we didn't. He said just to check her periodically through the night to make sure she was still ok. Nick was a little nervous going home with her so they came up to the PICU to hang out with me for awhile. That lasted a whole half hour because Alexa was way to interested in the room decorations and O2 set up to drink a bottle or go to sleep in the hospital crib. Apparently she fell right to sleep in the car on the ride home and when he woke her up at 2am, she was still appropriate. In the morning when I got home the bump on her head was gone and now she just has a black eye with still some nasty scabbed rug burn. So that's the story of Alexa's first (and hopefully last) head trauma/ER visit. Although, as my mom says, "she's a busy girl" so I feel like this is hardly the end of scrapes, bruises and black eyes. I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that the scabs will be gone by next Tuesday so we can get her nine month pictures taken!
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