The Doctor's, The ER, Poison Control, Need I Say More?

I probably should have titled this post "Collin", and people would have known it was about some type of accident.
These past few days have been rough. Exceptionally rough for poor Collin’s big head.

On Thursday he managed to pull my drafting/art table on top of himself. I’m not sure how it happened, and yet I was standing there watching when it did. He seemed to jump up on the corner of it and it just fell towards him, right on top of his little body, pinning him to the floor.
Since I was there I immediately got it off of him and picked him up. Most of the impact seemed to have been on his nose. Afterwards he kept going into this deep sleep, and I had to work hard at waking him up each time, so I called the doctor to see what I should look for in regards to being worried. After talking to the nurse she wanted us to come in and have him checked out, mainly because the table fell on his whole body, and they were worried about internal injuries.
Two hours at the doctor, he was fine, just bruised up. Walking in the parking lot to load the boys in the car, Collin then managed to hit his head on a cars rear view mirror. Geez! It was a bad hit. He has a scab on the side of his head to compliment the bruises on his face!
And then Friday morning the poor boy decides to brush his teeth with Desitin. Yes, Desitin. Are you suicidal?? A call to poison control confirms to me that he will be okay.

Fast forward to Monday. We are wandering around Menards (I know, it’s a horrible name!), a hardware store similar to Home Depot. The boys keep running around, getting lost and not listening. So I relegate them to the cart, where they are to sit on their bottoms. I turn around for one second and Talin stands up in the cart, and grabs the painters caulk that was in the cart to use as a weapon. Collin of course stands up as well, and as I grab for Talin to make him sit back down, he takes the caulk and tries to hit Collin on the head with it resulting in Collin falling backwards out of the cart, directly on his head. It happened in slow motion, and I could not move fast enough. Just thinking about it makes me tremble. His head hit so hard, I thought the whole store could hear. I really thought for a minute, that this was it; this was the big accident that ruins a life. It was terrifying. Thank goodness I had Tom there. He always seems so handy to have around for these situations, now that he’s in med school.
So Collin seemed, okay, disoriented and very upset, but okay. Left the store, opted for a hamburger drive thru, and tried to cheer Collin up with a chocolate shake. He didn’t want it. Something must be wrong; he doesn’t want a chocolate shake! Then he fell asleep in the car. I turned around to wake him up and he doesn’t budge, he was like a rag doll. I grab his shoulders and lift him up and his head flops backwards. I kind of freaked out inside, and shouted to Tom that he wouldn’t wake up. Tom asks if we need to go to the hospital, but then Collin groans, and we’re able to rouse him.
My heart can only take so many panic attacks. Once we’re home Collin still isn’t himself, not responsive to anything and he just lays there limp. Then he pukes. And that’s when I realize we have to do something, especially since at the doctors on Thursday he told me that if he starts puking, to call him immediately.
So after trying to get a hold of his doctor, no success, then talking to a third year D.O. in our ward, he advises us to take him into the ER. We do, and he ends up being okay in the end. But it’s been quite exhausting as his mother to endure all of these potential tragedies. I don’t know if his head can seriously take any more damage!

I’m keeping him home today to hopefully keep him calm and chilled for awhile, and avoid anymore possible accidents. And I’m trying to shove down the terrible guilt I feel for not being able to protect him from everything. But I’ve always known he was my accident prone child, the one to walk into walls, trip on flat surfaces and fall down stairs. Let’s all pray he makes it to eighteen without becoming a quadriplegic.

And I just talked to his urologist in Iowa City, you know, shaky handed Dr. Austin, well he is going to see Collin again on the 30th of this month to try again on the surgery. This time we've opted to put him out entirely, maybe that will help with our doctor's nerves.