She fell down a few stairs and I didn’t see it, but she might have hit her head and her shoulder. I heard the soft thump and then I heard a half-groan, half-whine.
I ran down the stairs and saw Evelyn sprawled at the bottom. Her eyes were barely open and she was still making that sound. When I scooped her up, she was completely limp. I tried to sit her on the kitchen counter to check her out, but she had no muscle tone to sit on her own. I held her a few more minutes, my panic growing, and then she started crying and holding her head up.
I asked her what happened, what hurt. She just cried. She didn’t stop crying. I took her oxygen saturation: 94 when she cried, 99 as she took a deep breath. I gave her 2 puffs of her controller inhaler (Albuterol), thinking maybe she’d calm down if she could breathe better. It didn’t work.
It was 10 minutes before she calmed down. I almost let it go, but I knew I couldn’t ignore this one.
I called the pediatrician’s office; the nurse there sent us to the urgent care center.
Urgent care sent us to the ER.
The ER is sending us home. 6 hours after the fall, Evelyn is tired but she’s eating and drinking and talking like her usual self. Doctor says a brain scan isn’t necessary if she’s doing those things.
I love/hate it when ER trips go this way. I’m glad there’s nothing wrong. But there go 6 hours of life. Stressful, anxiety-ridden, self-doubting life.