Poor little Henry! Just after the guy came to assess our things, Henry was dancing to Gangnam Style. I had found a video of a house with Halloween lights synchronized to the song and he started dancing. And spinning. And then his head hit the bricks on the hearth. It was a horribly loud noise. I ran over to him and saw lots of blood. So, I took him to the kitchen to try to clean it up a little and then saw two big gouges in his forehead and I freaked out! I decided to call 911 because I'd never personally seen such large gashes in someone's head and it was very bloody. I couldn't drive him to the hospital alone (I wanted to keep pressure on the wound). It seemed like a million years before the firetruck came (fortunately I had not locked the front door after the assessor came) and their calmness helped me to calm him a bit.
Henry had been dancing in his underwear because right when the assessor was leaving he had an accident. That's why the front door was open. Once the ambulance finally came, I left Henry for a moment with the EMTs and ran upstairs to get his pants and then to get his socks & shoes and my purse & phone.
Craig was on the airplane coming back from Singapore so I had to get someone to get the girls from school and a babysitter to stay with them until Henry & I made it back. Of course this was made more difficult than necessary by the fact that I had only intermittent cell service in Henry's room. I got it worked out (Susan picked up the girls and Tamsyn met them at the house and took care of them until Henry & I got home) and we did a lot of tests and waiting all for four stitches in his forehead. I understand all the tests to be sure there wasn't any other damage, but they didn't give him any Tylenol for the longest time and it seems like they could have gotten him out of there faster than they did the stitches really didn't take that long.
Henry was sleepy for a while (from when we were waiting for the ambulance, in the ambulance and while we waited for attention in the ER) and that made me nervous, of course. Once all of his testing was done I decided I ought to take a picture or two and I don't think Henry really realized he was wearing the head bandage, neck brace, and had his arms strapped down until he saw the picture! Then it annoyed him. He also didn't like being up high on the bed. I had one toy car in my purse and we played with the bear he got in the ambulance (I guess that's where he got it, I never saw anyone give it to him but he had it in his arms!). I sent one photo to the girls so they could see that he was OK; I wasn't sure how worried they were about him.
Finally we were discharged and my neighbor had to come get us in my van. Henry was wiped out and went to bed after a tiny little dinner. It took me about four more hours to calm down after I got all the kids to bed and called my mom & Craig's mom to tell them about it! Craig still didn't even know! He doesn't get back from Singapore until tomorrow late afternoon.
