Bear had a Bit of a Bad Weekend

I don't know if Bear is going through a growing spurt that makes him a bit clumsy or if he is just going to be my kids who puts us on a first name basis with all the E.R. doctors. Out of all four of my kids Bear is the one whose already been to the E.R. more than any other.

Once for a bulging fontanel with a high fever on Thanksgiving Day in 2005, only a couple months after we brought Sweeton into the E.R. and had to leave him there. Needless to say I had a panic attack when they tried to put us in the same room as Sweeton died in.

The Nurses and Doctors kept bringing people in our room asking if they can show them boy. It's not very reassuring when the entire staff of the hospital parades through our room saying they'd never seen anything like it. Then they just sent us home and told us to give him some Tylenol for the fever, Um that's what we had been doing already.

The second visit was for a broken arm and you'll never guess where our little monkey broke his arm, at church. He was standing on the pew and fell off. That's it. We didn't even realize he'd broke his arm until an hour later when I was trying to change him into more relaxing cloths. Every time I'd touch his arm he'd start to cry. I personally thought he may have dislocated his shoulder, but we didn't know for sure so we took him to the hospital and discovered he had a green stick fracture on his right arm.

This weekend didn't result in any hospital visits, but were close to it. On Saturday we were over at my mother's house weeding her garden. The kids were running around the yard and jumping in and out of the van playing Transformers. I didn't see exactly what happened but one second Bear was in the van and the next his head was on the sidewalk and he was screaming. He'd hit so hard he had a rock embedded in his head. There was blood every where and just like all the other times he got hurt he screamed then turned real quiet. Being real quiet is not in Bears DNA so it always throws up red flags for me.

He fell asleep on the way home and I got a bit nervous because I didn't know if he had a concussion. When we got home we put him in a bath to clean him up and wake him up. We wanted to observe him to see if he started acting funny. He was his normal self so we didn't got him out and put him to bed.

On Sunday, we went over to my in-laws for our traditional Sunday dinner. Bear got a drink and was walking as he drank. He tripped over the corner of the rug and landed on the floor with the cup still in his mouth. The cup banged against the his bottom teeth and up around his face. He has a round bruise all the way up to his eyes. He got a scrape on his chin as well, which makes it look like he has one of those cartoon mustaches that curl up on the ends and a goatee. Now that it's over we can laugh about it, but I swear he is going to be our child that enjoys the inside of a hospital.

I need to convince his dad to not let him ride a motorcycle until he's at least forty.